I was inspired by Bella’s idea of “Unsolved Mysteries – watch what happens when a couple tries to conceive and fails miserably”
I was thinking.. what if we altered all our current show to reflect our infertility struggles:
You enter this journey with the optimism and energy of the dancers on So You Think You Can Dance.
But the reality is someone (was it Nigel?) is laughing at you evilly: So You Think You Can Conceive?
Then you realise this whole thing is a bit harder than what you thought. After a few months of repeatedly seeing “Auntie Flo” together with the pain (physical PMS cramps as well as the emotional disappointment) you know that you are going to need some help.
It’s like you are on the set of LOST being chased by the black smoke. And as you measure temperatures, do your charts and watch the mucus it is like punching numbers into a mysterious hatch for which you have no clue why you are doing it or if it is going to work.
So finally you make that doctor’s appointment. My first gynae appointment was just awful. He treated me like an idiot. Just because I couldn’t remember exactly how long my period was or exactly how long I’d been off the pill. (I did switch gynaes later).
So now begins the testing. It’s like CSI – Conception Scene Investigations. The worst one in my opinion is the HSG. The doc had to change to a smaller instrument – the first one hurt like hell.
Maybe after all this testing you received some answers. Unfortunately, I did not. “Unexplained” is just like those Unsolved Mysteries Bella was going on about.
So now you become a Desperate Housewife. You fall prey to every therapy, ebook and treatment going. Maybe this will be the treatment that will work.
And, truth be told, all these things are beneficial. While following a fertility friendly diet I lost weight and had more energy. Both the homeopath and acupuncture and homepath helped me with my feeling of weakness (anemia). And EFT is an excellent technique to deal with negative emotions.
Well, for me, using all these techniques as well as medical fertility treatments were my plan of attack. When it failed, I retreated and took a break.
So that’s where I am now. Taking a break.
I no longer care about Keeping Up with the Kardashians. (Although Kourtney’s baby is real cute).
Perhaps what I really want to do is re-write this story. Instead of “How I Met Your Mother” it could be “How We Made Our Baby”. Or at least, how we attempted to do so…
Going back to “So You Think You Can Conceive” .. I’m sure Mary would give a good scream and put us on her hot tamale train when we finally had our baby.. or maybe put us there anyway for just making so much effort.