So, I think I meant to do some check-in at some point, just see where I am with the cycle, how I'm feeling. I guess smack-dab in the middle is a good place to start.
Or, I guess I'm smack dab in the middle. I have no idea what the heck is going on with my body right now.
Stats:
CD1: 10/17, extremely heavy bleeding, clots, and heavy cramping
CD2: still very heavy bleeding, clots, cramping, starting to feel slightly lightheaded and dizzy
CD3: moderate bleeding slowed to light by end of day, still cramping
At this point, by far the worst period I've had since the first one off birth control. The past 5 or 6 have been really light, barely even a heavy day.
For reasons known only to my subconscience, I chose not to drink green tea or pomegranate juice this cycle even though I bought both. Also considered buying PreSeed since my EWCM supply has been low as of late, but I didn't do that either.
CD5: Unusually high temp that could have been caused by two glassed of wine the previous night; Fertility Friend not giving me an open circle, though, which is weird.
CD7: Watery CM starts, right on time, with some spotting still. Temp. up quite a bit from previous day, again possibly due to wine the previous evening (still no open circle on FF).
CD9: Oddly low temp., possibly due to not sleeping well and not feeling well, thought that usually causes my temp to be up. Marked sleep deprived, got open circle.
CD12: Good EWCM, first good sighting in months.
CD13: Positive OPKs both morning and evening. Odd to get a positive on morning of CD13. Still a small amount of EWCM, only found internally.
CD14: Temp. up higher than expected, once again possibly due to two glasses of wine (still no open circle). Slight positive OPK in the morning, but not convicing. Definite negative in the evening. Still a tad bit of EWCM, only found internally. Really expected to ovulate on this day, so finding temp odd.
CD15: Temp. back down, but not the drop I'd usually expect for O day. EWCM possible, looks creamy, but still has decent stretch.
So, I'm a bit confuzzled by my body right now. It's not odd for me to O on CD 15 through 18, but the fact that I've started getting negative OPKs and that my temps do not match any previous patterns has me wondering what the heck the deal is. Did I O and miss it due to the alcohol consumption? Have I not O'd yet and the OPKs were just off a little? Though, with a positive on Saturday morning (CD14), there is a possibility that it could be today.
Our timing has been pretty decent, I think. We were getting into the every other day groove, but missed Saturday due to a lot of circumstances.
I have a motto of try not to overanalyze, which I realize I"m sort of doing. But, I just find it interesting when things are different. And this cycle has not been like any other one I've had, so I just felt like putting it in writing so I could look back at it later.
Hopefully tomorrow will bring some clarity. I have one OPK left in the house. I didn't use it today after getting the negative yesterday evening, but I think I'll use it in the morning or maybe this evening just to see what happens.
As we say, only time will tell.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
The Other Sisterhood
I'm sort of borrowing some terminology from one of my mommy friends. She's a new mommy (cutie-pie Sam is 6 months old) and has been discovering the wonderfulness of the Mommy Sisterhood as she calls it. That instant connection with other mommies anywhere and everywhere.
Of course, that is something I would kill to share, but it's not my time yet.
But, I've joined another sisterhood. It's about as different but connected to the Mommy Sisterhood as can possibly be.
I'm a member of the TTC or TTGP Sister and, technically, since it has been over a year, the Infertility Sisterhood (though that is one title I'm still reluctant to hold). And I have to say this is a very speical sisterhood.
We are women from all walks of life, all ages, all backgrounds, all across the country and world.
Some of them are women I know in my own life--my mom, my aunt.
I hear of others--friend of a friend, news stories, celebs.
I feel an instant connection with any woman I even hear about having tried for any significant amount of time.
But there is a certain group of women who right now hold a huge space in my heart. Of all places, I have "met" these women on a message board. It seems absolutely crazy to think that a group of complete strangers have almost become some of my best friends when I haven't even met them, spoken to them, and, in many cases, I don't even know their real names
But, we share this experience. This experience that is unique to only the other women who have been through. It doesn't include every woman who has ever wanted to be pregnant or tried because many of these women get pregnant in a timely fashion and move on to the next stage.
No, the women I have met on my message board have been trying and or struggling for some time. We've watched women in our real lives get pregnant during the time we've been trying. We've seen women come and go from our own message board community.
And, though we're left behind, it's brought us together. I can honestly say that I love some of these women to pieces. They were such an incredible source of strength and love when I went through the horrible end of my 12th cycle--the last cycle before starting testing when I really thought it could be it. They have been so encouraging--even if one of them keeps telling me to get off the board (but, that's why I love my girl Saucy). We can talk about talk about things away from the board that we'd never say to the group as a whole.
Some days it's so hard to find any positives (pun absolutely intended) to this situation we find ourselves in, but then I see a "<3 you" or an email or post encouraging us to compliment each other and my day is instanly improved.
So, while this is a Sisterhood I never wanted to be a part of and I hope we all move on from where we are very soon, I am so unspeakably grateful for these beautiful, sweet, thoughtful, witty women who I am very proud to call my friends.
Because I know many of you are reading, I love you all for being you and pray for each of you every day. Thank you for being you!
Of course, that is something I would kill to share, but it's not my time yet.
But, I've joined another sisterhood. It's about as different but connected to the Mommy Sisterhood as can possibly be.
I'm a member of the TTC or TTGP Sister and, technically, since it has been over a year, the Infertility Sisterhood (though that is one title I'm still reluctant to hold). And I have to say this is a very speical sisterhood.
We are women from all walks of life, all ages, all backgrounds, all across the country and world.
Some of them are women I know in my own life--my mom, my aunt.
I hear of others--friend of a friend, news stories, celebs.
I feel an instant connection with any woman I even hear about having tried for any significant amount of time.
But there is a certain group of women who right now hold a huge space in my heart. Of all places, I have "met" these women on a message board. It seems absolutely crazy to think that a group of complete strangers have almost become some of my best friends when I haven't even met them, spoken to them, and, in many cases, I don't even know their real names
But, we share this experience. This experience that is unique to only the other women who have been through. It doesn't include every woman who has ever wanted to be pregnant or tried because many of these women get pregnant in a timely fashion and move on to the next stage.
No, the women I have met on my message board have been trying and or struggling for some time. We've watched women in our real lives get pregnant during the time we've been trying. We've seen women come and go from our own message board community.
And, though we're left behind, it's brought us together. I can honestly say that I love some of these women to pieces. They were such an incredible source of strength and love when I went through the horrible end of my 12th cycle--the last cycle before starting testing when I really thought it could be it. They have been so encouraging--even if one of them keeps telling me to get off the board (but, that's why I love my girl Saucy). We can talk about talk about things away from the board that we'd never say to the group as a whole.
Some days it's so hard to find any positives (pun absolutely intended) to this situation we find ourselves in, but then I see a "<3 you" or an email or post encouraging us to compliment each other and my day is instanly improved.
So, while this is a Sisterhood I never wanted to be a part of and I hope we all move on from where we are very soon, I am so unspeakably grateful for these beautiful, sweet, thoughtful, witty women who I am very proud to call my friends.
Because I know many of you are reading, I love you all for being you and pray for each of you every day. Thank you for being you!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Frustrations
I'm frustrated right now and rather than put it out there on the TTGP message board where it might "start something," I'm just going to vent here.
Every now and again, someone on the board comes along asking about when to see a doctor for testing see if they have something wrong that is preventing them from becoming pregnant. Sometimes the concern is age--over 30 but still under 35. Other times, it is concern that they are not pregnant after a certain number of months, always less than a year.
Among the valuable bits of information that I have learned in my 14-month journey are that it can take a healthy couple with no known fertility issues up to one to become pregnant and that there is only a 20%--yep, that's right 20-freakin'-%!!!--chance of getting pregnant each cycle. How do you like those statistics? Makes you wonder how anybody ever gets pregnant, let alone all the unplanned pregnancies--seriously, every woman who ever discovers an unplanned pregnancy should immediately go out and buy a lottery ticket because that is some luck!
Because of the above stated statistics, the basic rule of thumb is for a couple to try for one year, however they choose (charting, OPKs, winging it) before consulting a doctor for testing because at this point the couple has reached infertility because they have not gotten pregnant within the "normal" time frame.
Another arm of this is that insurance companies, based on those medical facts, usually will not approve fertility testing before the year because prior to that, it is deemed medically unnecessary.
All of these things were in my mind as I struggled through that first year of trying. It sucked. Every month. I wondered. Every month. But, I kept telling myself not to invite trouble.
One of the lovely ladies on the board once coined the phrase "Impatience is not a fertility issue." (Or something to that effect.) Did I want to know if something as wrong with us (well, I still want to know, as thus far, we've found nothing)? Sure. But, did I want there to be a reason why we weren't pregnant yet? Hell no.
I still hope there is nothing wrong, which is why I'm still dragging my feet and not rushing through testing. And trust me, I'm just as impatient as the next person.
But, I feel like the earlier we try to do testing and concern ourselves with the science (beyond charting because that is science I am definitley behind) of making babies, the earlier we lose the magic of it.
I still want the magic. I still want to feel that excitement when I see two lines or the word "pregnant" without "not" in front of it. I worry now that when it does happen, my reaction might be "well, it's about damn time." I know it won't be, but I still think that.
Just like any other woman who has been trying for any length of time, I hate the hearing "oh, relax and it'll happen" often followed by "you're trying to hard" or "you want it too much."
But, there is actually a little something to be said for that. The first six months of trying should be fun. The disappoinment when your period comes or you see another negative test is real and devastating. But, during those first six months, you should also still be excited to be going through the process--talking with friend who are pregnant and waiting to be where they are in a few months, smiling at cute babies all around, and thinking about what "special occasion" will be coinciding with your possible positive test and/or your phantom due date. Don't take all the fun out of it so soon.
After 6 months, sure, start to wonder. But, keep your head on straight. I cannot tell you how many 10, 11, and 12 month pregnancies I've seen.
I've waited my year. I've lost some of my magic. But, I still have all my hope and hopefully both a baby and answers sometime soon.
Every now and again, someone on the board comes along asking about when to see a doctor for testing see if they have something wrong that is preventing them from becoming pregnant. Sometimes the concern is age--over 30 but still under 35. Other times, it is concern that they are not pregnant after a certain number of months, always less than a year.
Among the valuable bits of information that I have learned in my 14-month journey are that it can take a healthy couple with no known fertility issues up to one to become pregnant and that there is only a 20%--yep, that's right 20-freakin'-%!!!--chance of getting pregnant each cycle. How do you like those statistics? Makes you wonder how anybody ever gets pregnant, let alone all the unplanned pregnancies--seriously, every woman who ever discovers an unplanned pregnancy should immediately go out and buy a lottery ticket because that is some luck!
Because of the above stated statistics, the basic rule of thumb is for a couple to try for one year, however they choose (charting, OPKs, winging it) before consulting a doctor for testing because at this point the couple has reached infertility because they have not gotten pregnant within the "normal" time frame.
Another arm of this is that insurance companies, based on those medical facts, usually will not approve fertility testing before the year because prior to that, it is deemed medically unnecessary.
All of these things were in my mind as I struggled through that first year of trying. It sucked. Every month. I wondered. Every month. But, I kept telling myself not to invite trouble.
One of the lovely ladies on the board once coined the phrase "Impatience is not a fertility issue." (Or something to that effect.) Did I want to know if something as wrong with us (well, I still want to know, as thus far, we've found nothing)? Sure. But, did I want there to be a reason why we weren't pregnant yet? Hell no.
I still hope there is nothing wrong, which is why I'm still dragging my feet and not rushing through testing. And trust me, I'm just as impatient as the next person.
But, I feel like the earlier we try to do testing and concern ourselves with the science (beyond charting because that is science I am definitley behind) of making babies, the earlier we lose the magic of it.
I still want the magic. I still want to feel that excitement when I see two lines or the word "pregnant" without "not" in front of it. I worry now that when it does happen, my reaction might be "well, it's about damn time." I know it won't be, but I still think that.
Just like any other woman who has been trying for any length of time, I hate the hearing "oh, relax and it'll happen" often followed by "you're trying to hard" or "you want it too much."
But, there is actually a little something to be said for that. The first six months of trying should be fun. The disappoinment when your period comes or you see another negative test is real and devastating. But, during those first six months, you should also still be excited to be going through the process--talking with friend who are pregnant and waiting to be where they are in a few months, smiling at cute babies all around, and thinking about what "special occasion" will be coinciding with your possible positive test and/or your phantom due date. Don't take all the fun out of it so soon.
After 6 months, sure, start to wonder. But, keep your head on straight. I cannot tell you how many 10, 11, and 12 month pregnancies I've seen.
I've waited my year. I've lost some of my magic. But, I still have all my hope and hopefully both a baby and answers sometime soon.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
"I'll give you $50 if you stop crying"
Poor hubby.
Wife's emotions have gotten so crazy, he's resorted to offering money for it to stop.
Just having a sad day.
Found out earlier this week that a friend of a friend is pregnant with her second. Just looking at the two pregnant girls in the office about killed me today. Top that with the boss saying we should let the pregnant people go first in line for desserts. A little while later, a co-worker was looking on Facebook and found where former co-worker and his wife just had twins (really happy to see this; co-worker went through testicular cancer about 6/7 years ago, so these babies are real blessings). Right after that, I was standing at a friend's desk when she got an email--with picture attached--that a college friend had literally just given birth.
Oh, and then there was the hubby sending me pictures of himself playing with our nieces and nephew this afternoon. Then, after he left, going on about how great it was to hold the babies and how now he smelled like sour milk and it was great.
My heart just hurts today.
It aches.
I feel low and sad.
Hopeless.
Geez, am I a Debbie Downer, or what?
Wife's emotions have gotten so crazy, he's resorted to offering money for it to stop.
Just having a sad day.
Found out earlier this week that a friend of a friend is pregnant with her second. Just looking at the two pregnant girls in the office about killed me today. Top that with the boss saying we should let the pregnant people go first in line for desserts. A little while later, a co-worker was looking on Facebook and found where former co-worker and his wife just had twins (really happy to see this; co-worker went through testicular cancer about 6/7 years ago, so these babies are real blessings). Right after that, I was standing at a friend's desk when she got an email--with picture attached--that a college friend had literally just given birth.
Oh, and then there was the hubby sending me pictures of himself playing with our nieces and nephew this afternoon. Then, after he left, going on about how great it was to hold the babies and how now he smelled like sour milk and it was great.
My heart just hurts today.
It aches.
I feel low and sad.
Hopeless.
Geez, am I a Debbie Downer, or what?
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Club
So, in the past year plus that I've been trying, I've had a LOT of pregnant people and new mommies in my life. A lot. A lot a lot a lot.
I think I handle it all pretty well. I can listen to them talk pregnancy, even have my own things to say about it. I can hear birth stories. I can talk babies. I can hold and love on babies. I can see picture after picture. All with a smile--a genuine one.
I would be absolutely lying if I said I wasn't also wistful and jealous that they have this thing (by thing I mean motherhood) that I want so badly. But, beyond that, most days, these things do not phase me (I can't say I don't have my days, like when my PMS hormones are raging).
I also am not usually bothered by watching TV shows or movies on the subject. The hubby thinks it bothers me, but I still love Knocked Up and Juno and Nine Months.
I love to hear updates from my TTGP gals who have graduated and now sharing their experiences with the rest of us waiting to get pregnant.
But some day, in ways I would never expect, something hits me.
Today, I decided to watch this new talk show called "The Talk." It's sort of "The View" lite. From what I can tell, no hard hitting subject. Panel of 5 women. Since I'm working from home today, I decided to check it out. Plus, I heard Melissa Rycroft from "The Bachelor" and "Dancing with the Stars" was going to be on to reveal the sex of her baby.
Now, that right there should have been reason enough for me to not watch. But, like I said, these things don't bother me. Despite my sometimes bitter feelings, I still love this stuff and can't wait for it myself, so it excites me. What I wasn't expecting, though, was baby/pregnancy overload.
The 5 women each described finding out they were pregnant the first time--including a video of one of the women (actress Leah Remini, who apparently had been filming a reality show). They described what it felt like to find out they were pregnant--all the emotions from elation to terror. Then they described labor and delivery.
It was just a whole on-slaught.
And next thing I know, tears are running down my face. Not in anger or jealousy. It was just one more reminder of the things I can't share with so many other women. I can be prepared for pregnancy and birth and motherhood all day long. I can read and research. And I can hope and think and dream.
But I don't know what it FEELS like. I don't know what it's like to see that second pink line or the word "pregnant" instead of the two most awful words to ever read. I don't know what it is like to tell my husband that he's going to be a daddy. Or my mom she's going to be a grandma. I don't know what it is like to feel a baby move inside me or hear my baby's heartbeat.
And I don't know that love that ONLY a mother feels for her new baby.
So, now I'm just sad. And it's nobody's fault. Not even my own for not turning it off. Because, like I've said before, pregnancy is a part of life. It's everywhere and that's okay. I can't hide from it and I don't want to.
I just want to join the club!
I think I handle it all pretty well. I can listen to them talk pregnancy, even have my own things to say about it. I can hear birth stories. I can talk babies. I can hold and love on babies. I can see picture after picture. All with a smile--a genuine one.
I would be absolutely lying if I said I wasn't also wistful and jealous that they have this thing (by thing I mean motherhood) that I want so badly. But, beyond that, most days, these things do not phase me (I can't say I don't have my days, like when my PMS hormones are raging).
I also am not usually bothered by watching TV shows or movies on the subject. The hubby thinks it bothers me, but I still love Knocked Up and Juno and Nine Months.
I love to hear updates from my TTGP gals who have graduated and now sharing their experiences with the rest of us waiting to get pregnant.
But some day, in ways I would never expect, something hits me.
Today, I decided to watch this new talk show called "The Talk." It's sort of "The View" lite. From what I can tell, no hard hitting subject. Panel of 5 women. Since I'm working from home today, I decided to check it out. Plus, I heard Melissa Rycroft from "The Bachelor" and "Dancing with the Stars" was going to be on to reveal the sex of her baby.
Now, that right there should have been reason enough for me to not watch. But, like I said, these things don't bother me. Despite my sometimes bitter feelings, I still love this stuff and can't wait for it myself, so it excites me. What I wasn't expecting, though, was baby/pregnancy overload.
The 5 women each described finding out they were pregnant the first time--including a video of one of the women (actress Leah Remini, who apparently had been filming a reality show). They described what it felt like to find out they were pregnant--all the emotions from elation to terror. Then they described labor and delivery.
It was just a whole on-slaught.
And next thing I know, tears are running down my face. Not in anger or jealousy. It was just one more reminder of the things I can't share with so many other women. I can be prepared for pregnancy and birth and motherhood all day long. I can read and research. And I can hope and think and dream.
But I don't know what it FEELS like. I don't know what it's like to see that second pink line or the word "pregnant" instead of the two most awful words to ever read. I don't know what it is like to tell my husband that he's going to be a daddy. Or my mom she's going to be a grandma. I don't know what it is like to feel a baby move inside me or hear my baby's heartbeat.
And I don't know that love that ONLY a mother feels for her new baby.
So, now I'm just sad. And it's nobody's fault. Not even my own for not turning it off. Because, like I've said before, pregnancy is a part of life. It's everywhere and that's okay. I can't hide from it and I don't want to.
I just want to join the club!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
And Moving On.
And moving on we are. To Cycle 14. Again I had hope for Cycle 13. Hope that the HSG test might to do the trick (even though that was not a given in any way). Hope that the "threat" of more testing would make my body cooperate--hey, it works for computers.
But, I never really "felt" it this time, so while I was upset and disappointed, I was surprised.
What has surprised me is what I've been dealing with the last few days.
Fair warning for anyone actually reading. I'm about to get graphic and go the route of way TMI. But, since this blog is for me for both letting it out and for the sake of keeping records, I'm not going to tiptoe around it all. If you don't want to read, don't read.
I've had a very heavy period for the past few days. Heavy enough and different enough that I started to get concerned. Very heavy and lots of clotting. I know this is normal for some women. This is NOT normal for ME. It was actually making me a bit lightheaded and dizzy. I was also having more and different cramping than usual.
I asked around and could't get definitive answers, but I believe this was caused by the HSG test I had done earlier in the cycle. I'm thinking things got "knocked loose" in there maybe and caused the change. Thankfully, the flow has lightened up, but it was starting to freak me out a little bit.
So, here I am at Cycle 14. I was going to request bloodwork done this cycle, but I didn't get to call the doctor and for personal reasons, I've decided to wait out this cycle. But, I WILL be getting it done next cycle. I am, however, going to have the hubby do the SA. It is an easy, painless procedure for him and a quick way to get some answers on that end.
And so the ride begins again.
But, I never really "felt" it this time, so while I was upset and disappointed, I was surprised.
What has surprised me is what I've been dealing with the last few days.
Fair warning for anyone actually reading. I'm about to get graphic and go the route of way TMI. But, since this blog is for me for both letting it out and for the sake of keeping records, I'm not going to tiptoe around it all. If you don't want to read, don't read.
I've had a very heavy period for the past few days. Heavy enough and different enough that I started to get concerned. Very heavy and lots of clotting. I know this is normal for some women. This is NOT normal for ME. It was actually making me a bit lightheaded and dizzy. I was also having more and different cramping than usual.
I asked around and could't get definitive answers, but I believe this was caused by the HSG test I had done earlier in the cycle. I'm thinking things got "knocked loose" in there maybe and caused the change. Thankfully, the flow has lightened up, but it was starting to freak me out a little bit.
So, here I am at Cycle 14. I was going to request bloodwork done this cycle, but I didn't get to call the doctor and for personal reasons, I've decided to wait out this cycle. But, I WILL be getting it done next cycle. I am, however, going to have the hubby do the SA. It is an easy, painless procedure for him and a quick way to get some answers on that end.
And so the ride begins again.
Catching Up: Part 2, Charting
Time to finish catching up because I'm sure more will follow soon.
When last we left, I had spent the first 6 months "winging it" with some help from ovulation kits.
The next 6 months were great and awful all at the same time.
Charting gave me such relief. It was so great to know what was going on with my body instead of just playing a guessing game. I could see not only that I was ovulating, but when. I knew when my period was coming instead of taking test after to test and seeing negatives or wondering constantly if there was still a chance. It was great.
And it was horrible. All the knowledge in the world doesn't make up for month after month of failed trying.
And as I got closer to the year mark, it got worse. Cycle 11, month 11, was the worst. It was ominous. It was too close to the place I didn't want to be. As Cycle 11 ended, I went ahead and talked to my doctor about testing, but then decided to wait out Cycle 12.
I really held out hope. How many times had seen Cycle 12 pregnancies on the TTC message board I post on?
Cycle 12 really played with my head. We had good timing. Then I managed to go the distance between ovulation and my period starting (luteal phase). I go anywhere from 11 days to 14. I went the full 14. And I the earliest day I should have tested was on my mom's birthday. Of course, I did go ahead and test at 12DPO and 13DPO because my temperature was not really dropping (indication that it's "over"). Stupid, stupid, stupid.
And Cycle 12 was over. The next day, I called the doctor to get the ball rolling and was schedule for an HSG test on Cycle Day 8. I'm not going to go into details about this test. Let's just say it was not the most pleasant thing I've ever had done. Basically, though, the test looks for blockages in the uterus and fallopian tubes. Mine were all clear, which is a good thing.
At that point, my doctor said she wanted to wait out a few cycles as some women get pregnant after the HSG test--it can sort of "clean out the cobwebs." I was not and still am not completely happy with the decision for no further testing at this time. We have not even done bloodwork.
But, we do still need to get the hubby in for a sperm anaylsis--SA. My doctor has already written the orders and given instructions, but we've got to deal with his insurance, which is more difficult that mine.
I'm going to stop this update with that--testing done during Cycle 13.
When last we left, I had spent the first 6 months "winging it" with some help from ovulation kits.
The next 6 months were great and awful all at the same time.
Charting gave me such relief. It was so great to know what was going on with my body instead of just playing a guessing game. I could see not only that I was ovulating, but when. I knew when my period was coming instead of taking test after to test and seeing negatives or wondering constantly if there was still a chance. It was great.
And it was horrible. All the knowledge in the world doesn't make up for month after month of failed trying.
And as I got closer to the year mark, it got worse. Cycle 11, month 11, was the worst. It was ominous. It was too close to the place I didn't want to be. As Cycle 11 ended, I went ahead and talked to my doctor about testing, but then decided to wait out Cycle 12.
I really held out hope. How many times had seen Cycle 12 pregnancies on the TTC message board I post on?
Cycle 12 really played with my head. We had good timing. Then I managed to go the distance between ovulation and my period starting (luteal phase). I go anywhere from 11 days to 14. I went the full 14. And I the earliest day I should have tested was on my mom's birthday. Of course, I did go ahead and test at 12DPO and 13DPO because my temperature was not really dropping (indication that it's "over"). Stupid, stupid, stupid.
And Cycle 12 was over. The next day, I called the doctor to get the ball rolling and was schedule for an HSG test on Cycle Day 8. I'm not going to go into details about this test. Let's just say it was not the most pleasant thing I've ever had done. Basically, though, the test looks for blockages in the uterus and fallopian tubes. Mine were all clear, which is a good thing.
At that point, my doctor said she wanted to wait out a few cycles as some women get pregnant after the HSG test--it can sort of "clean out the cobwebs." I was not and still am not completely happy with the decision for no further testing at this time. We have not even done bloodwork.
But, we do still need to get the hubby in for a sperm anaylsis--SA. My doctor has already written the orders and given instructions, but we've got to deal with his insurance, which is more difficult that mine.
I'm going to stop this update with that--testing done during Cycle 13.
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