*not counting Duke Fertility, which was kind of a shitty experience
1. I only cry twice (once bc Feelings, and once when they draw blood for the infectious disease screening).
2. The nurse takes my height and weight by saying, “How tall are you, and how much do you weigh?” That’s cool.
3. Then she says, “You’re here alone?” I reply in the affirmative, and as if to explain the question, she says, “OK, sometimes the husband is coming in from another direction.” (ahem—hetero-normative!!, and also, See #1.)
4. A 38-year-old woman’s chance of conception, when trying, is 12%. With drugs, it can go up to 20%.
5. My insurance covers blood tests but maybe-probably not ultrasounds, insemination, and such because I’m using donor sperm. It would, definitely, cover all of that for 3 cycles if I were using a husband’s. (Read: discrimination.) The financial person says she’ll call BlueCross/BlueShield and let me know what she finds out.
6. The doc says he’d guess I’ve been exposed to CMV (a virus that can cause birth defects) because I hang around germ-monsters for a living, but the blood test results will be back on Friday. If, by some random chance, I’m CMV-negative, I’ll have to choose another donor because Mr. Happy Pants is CMV-positive. Guess I’ll wait to set up the new blog because I don’t want to jinx it by registering babyhappypants.com.
7. As of today, a real thing I’ve uttered to another person: “I’ve been told I have a tiny cervix.”
8. I could already pass for 4 months pregnant any day of the fucking week.
[Edit: After a commenter told me to “stop it”, I realized that it sounds like I’m putting myself down here. I’m not. I think I look pregnant, but it’s kind of cute, no?]
9. My iPhone app tells me I’ll ovulate on Valentine’s Day, which I think is a really sweet gesture on my ovaries’ part. But turns out the druggy drugs they’ll give me will make me ovulate whenever we say Go. So.
Sounds like a harrowing start. Hang in there!
1. You look fab, so stop it. Right now, stop it. I mean it.
2. Insurance companies suck in oh so many ways.
3. I hope it works out w Mr HappyPants, because babyhappypants.com is just too awesome of a name to leave behind.
4. Crossing my fingers, toes, hangnails, and anything else that can be crossed!
I’m not saying I look bad!–I’m just saying I look pregnant. I actually think I look ok in this photo. #filters
Oh yeah, forgot to mention the picture, which…you know…daaaammmmnnnn
i personally know 6 women who conceived between ages 40-45. 4 by going for it and 2 with assistance. all the babies are supremely healthy and so. the medical community is maybe not the most emotionally supportive place to go for feel-good encouragement in this kind of situation. keep breathing and envisioning and have as much fun as you can. you are dy-no-mite and your kid is too.
here here!!! I agree
Don’t believe all those percentages. We were told our change was really low too. You got this.
*chance, even.
I loves you.
The End.
I see abs (pregnant bellies don’t have that vertical line thing happening!) and a shapely booty. That can squat a lot.
I think you look amazing in that picture. You once commented that you found a muscle but have you seen your abs!!!
Also, I am just a humble fan of yours, but I have walked this walk and did so at Duke Fertility. NOT MY FIRST CHOICE. If you want, I would love love to talk with you and send you elsewhere. BTW, the elsewhere took bcbs!
Oh, I went elsewhere yesterday. I didn’t dig the DF vibe.
Good! I didnt like their vibe either!You’re young in my book and you will have positive journey!