September 19, 2011
One day post ovulation. This is it. Either conception is happening right now, or my ovum is dying. And absolutely nothing I do now can affect whether a life is created or... nothing.
Each cycle, this is always a strange day. Interesting... yet boring. Exciting in its possibilities... yet frustrating in its powerlessness.
While I'm trying to conceive, time every day is set aside for "managing" fertility – time spent taking my BBT and charting it on a graph, monitoring CM, noting cramps and other symptoms, investigating my LPD and treatment options. It's excessive, and I do it so that I have control.
For the rest of my cycle, having no control over anything is beyond difficult.
I Googled "powerlessness" out of curiosity. What better way to take control of it? I learned that feelings of powerlessness may cause depression, anxiety, outbursts of anger, alienation from others, or physical symptoms. My interpretation of the four steps for dealing with it is: realize that powerlessness does not always equal hopelessness, admit powerlessness, evaluate where you are, and find out where you're going.
The only step I have a hard time with today is the first. Hope should be the wonderful thing about 1 DPO, but it has let me down many times. I have no power, I am forced into waiting yet again, and the only good thing I have – hope – is going to come back and bite me.
1 DPO. 10 days to go. Tick tock.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
CD9 It can wait
September 13, 2011
I've been trying not to think too much about our failure to conceive or the whole process in general. While (normally) anticipation is half the fun, when it comes to trying to conceive, this stretch of time just feels like one big annoying failure.
Logical Side of Brain says: It can wait. We don't need a baby immediately 9 months from now. It can WAIT.
I love being able to focus completely on Fletcher and it's going to break my heart the first time he realizes that he has to share his parents. It's hard enough keeping one safe and fed and clean and happy. How are we going to do two at the same time?
It can WAIT.
I can't remember getting 8 hours of sleep in one night. Maybe six months ago I managed? I don't know. I can't remember not feeling exhausted. And someday, when there is a toddler and a newborn, I'll have even less sleep.
It can WAIT.
Yet...
Stupid Side of Brain says: Baby! I want a baby! And two weeks from now, I'm going to use up a dozen pregnancy tests and get upset when each damn one is negative.
This really should be more fun.
I've been trying not to think too much about our failure to conceive or the whole process in general. While (normally) anticipation is half the fun, when it comes to trying to conceive, this stretch of time just feels like one big annoying failure.
Logical Side of Brain says: It can wait. We don't need a baby immediately 9 months from now. It can WAIT.
I love being able to focus completely on Fletcher and it's going to break my heart the first time he realizes that he has to share his parents. It's hard enough keeping one safe and fed and clean and happy. How are we going to do two at the same time?
It can WAIT.
I can't remember getting 8 hours of sleep in one night. Maybe six months ago I managed? I don't know. I can't remember not feeling exhausted. And someday, when there is a toddler and a newborn, I'll have even less sleep.
It can WAIT.
Yet...
Stupid Side of Brain says: Baby! I want a baby! And two weeks from now, I'm going to use up a dozen pregnancy tests and get upset when each damn one is negative.
This really should be more fun.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
hard things
I get frustrated. I need more patience.
Mainly, I don't want to be yelled at. I don't want Fletcher to be unhappy with me or mean to me. Even though he doesn't know he's hurting me, even though I know he's just tired from missing his nap, I have limits before it just hurts too much.
The solution is to keep him well-rested and well-fed, but that's not always possible.
No matter what mood he's in or how thin my patience, I will keep my promise to always do what's best for him, even if it means handing him off to his father and feeling guilty for not being able to take it. I get it now, the hard things you have to do out of love. Hard for me. Hard for him. There will be many more. It is worth it.
Mainly, I don't want to be yelled at. I don't want Fletcher to be unhappy with me or mean to me. Even though he doesn't know he's hurting me, even though I know he's just tired from missing his nap, I have limits before it just hurts too much.
The solution is to keep him well-rested and well-fed, but that's not always possible.
No matter what mood he's in or how thin my patience, I will keep my promise to always do what's best for him, even if it means handing him off to his father and feeling guilty for not being able to take it. I get it now, the hard things you have to do out of love. Hard for me. Hard for him. There will be many more. It is worth it.
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| putting on daddy's shoes |
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| okay, I'm ready! |
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| going swimming! |
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| strings |
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| look what I can do! |
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