I realized today that this IVF process has changed me. In some good ways and some bad ways but it’s changed me.
Think of it as my Bridget Jones List of trying to conceive via ART.
- g – good
- vg – very good
- vvg – very very good
- nvg – not very good
- I no longer read gossip sites like Perez Hilton and Dlisted. Now I read a lot of infertility blog posts. g
- I watch enough trash reality tv that it’s really embarrassing. nvg
- I no longer care about anything any Kardashian as doing as long as my ovaries are not as empty as any of their head. vg
- I’ve eaten more fruit and vegetables in the last year than I have in my whole life (thanks for contributing this one husband) vvg
- I’m willing to try things like fertility yoga and meditation, things I’d have rolled my eyes at a year ago. g
- I’m willing to drink things that are abhorrent to me like huge glasses of wheat-grass. *this is really questionable*
- More people have seen the Queen Victoria in the last 7-8 months than have in my entire life. nvg
- I’ve tried and continued with acupuncture. Even though sometimes I think he puts the one in my head there, to let the evil out. vg
- I take enough vitamins to choke myself, and sometimes do. g
- I’ve give up my beloved Diet Coke. vg
- I’ve yelled at my RE. *Not my proudest moment I can assure you* nvg
- I started a Peer Support Group for my clinic and omg people actually joined. g
- I have learned an entirely new set of acronyms and practically a whole other language *again, questionable*
- I actually get impatient for Shark Week to start so I can try again. *possibly indicates insanity*
- I’ve met, even if it’s just online, some of the best people I’ve ever known in my life. vvg!
- I have major control issues, I’m impatient and have a forked tongue. nvg
- The support offered by the blogging community has been amazing. Really. AMAZING. vvg!
The point of this journey is to wind up with a baby. It’s still my sole purpose, but I do think that for all its ups and downs, there have been some really special things that have happened a long the way. Somehow, fear and all, I do find the ability to hope, at least a little every month. Why else would I continue trying?
Bitter en Zoet *one of my most favorite bloggers!* made a comment to me last month “Magical Things Happen at the Circus”. I try to think of that when I’m feeling particularly down.