Lists
I am a lover of lists.
This is not news to anyone that knows me. I love lists and spreadsheets and schedules. I can tell you when I'm going to change the sheets this week down to the fifteen minute window and I know exactly when the litter boxes were last scooped and I can tell you my commute time down to the minute based on when I leave my house. I have a spreadsheet for all the meat and casseroles in my freezer; our pantry is cataloged, and I'm never late on a vet visit for all twelve paws in our house.
When a few months turned into six months, I called my OB/GYN. (That's not entirely true. I bumrushed him at work because he worked at the same hospital I did; he bought me a coffee at the Starbucks on campus and listened to me whine for fifteen minutes. Nice guy.) He gave me some tips about timing and cervical mucous and body temperatures. (Yeah. I said "cervical" and "mucous." This is a blog post about family planning. You'll all be fine.) And because I love a list and a clearly charted goal and well-defined objectives to reach that goal, I listened. And I did the things. I check my temperature before I get out of bed in the morning. I know what my cervical mucous and position is like on any given day. It's gross. It's weird. It also hasn't seemed to be that successful, but I am no quitter and I am determined to make this work so I check and I chart and I time our activities carefully which is perhaps less romantic than being newlyweds, but that's true for most marriages so we go with it.
And after some months of that not working (and being annoying and gross) my doctor suggested a round of Clomid. So we did it. And it worked! And then it didn't work. And I made a mistake and didn't talk about it to my husband first and that was bad. And if I can offer you any marital advice here, always tell your spouse first about anything except what color comforter you want to buy cause he probably doesn't care. Because when you tell someone else and that's how he finds out about both the conception and then the lack of conception, it makes things much more painful and awkward than they should've been. So then you're sad and you're fighting with your husband because you did a really stupid and thoughtless thing. So take my advice here. It's worth it.
And all that was sad. And I still had to go to work because I get eight days of PTO a year and a bout with the flu had already wiped those out. So Stephen and I worked out our differences and didn't do another round of Clomid and kept on with the checking the things and timing the things and nothing happened.
And it was exhausting.
This is not news to anyone that knows me. I love lists and spreadsheets and schedules. I can tell you when I'm going to change the sheets this week down to the fifteen minute window and I know exactly when the litter boxes were last scooped and I can tell you my commute time down to the minute based on when I leave my house. I have a spreadsheet for all the meat and casseroles in my freezer; our pantry is cataloged, and I'm never late on a vet visit for all twelve paws in our house.
When a few months turned into six months, I called my OB/GYN. (That's not entirely true. I bumrushed him at work because he worked at the same hospital I did; he bought me a coffee at the Starbucks on campus and listened to me whine for fifteen minutes. Nice guy.) He gave me some tips about timing and cervical mucous and body temperatures. (Yeah. I said "cervical" and "mucous." This is a blog post about family planning. You'll all be fine.) And because I love a list and a clearly charted goal and well-defined objectives to reach that goal, I listened. And I did the things. I check my temperature before I get out of bed in the morning. I know what my cervical mucous and position is like on any given day. It's gross. It's weird. It also hasn't seemed to be that successful, but I am no quitter and I am determined to make this work so I check and I chart and I time our activities carefully which is perhaps less romantic than being newlyweds, but that's true for most marriages so we go with it.
And after some months of that not working (and being annoying and gross) my doctor suggested a round of Clomid. So we did it. And it worked! And then it didn't work. And I made a mistake and didn't talk about it to my husband first and that was bad. And if I can offer you any marital advice here, always tell your spouse first about anything except what color comforter you want to buy cause he probably doesn't care. Because when you tell someone else and that's how he finds out about both the conception and then the lack of conception, it makes things much more painful and awkward than they should've been. So then you're sad and you're fighting with your husband because you did a really stupid and thoughtless thing. So take my advice here. It's worth it.
And all that was sad. And I still had to go to work because I get eight days of PTO a year and a bout with the flu had already wiped those out. So Stephen and I worked out our differences and didn't do another round of Clomid and kept on with the checking the things and timing the things and nothing happened.
And it was exhausting.
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