I'm back. Still with my self-indulgent, all-about-me, no actual knowledge included posts. Slowly crawling out of my depression as it is baby-making time.
Yup, already. Since I refuse to do the fertility charting thing we have to have sex from day 9 to day 16 of my cycle to make sure we have enough sex by the time I ovulate. Being that this is the first cycle we are actually paying close attention to timing since the infertility spell of early 2005, the husband has gone crazy. He's always been on board with the whole trying to have a baby thing but he never considers it actually trying until there is a plan or regimen to follow. Men.
Yeah, so now he's all concerned. Sure he wants to make sure we have sex at least twice a day from now until next Wednesday but now there are things on top of that. He's constantly concerned with whether or not I have eaten enough since "we are trying now". We were always trying, what does he thing those other pregnancies were about? And I'm not dumb enough to try dieting while trying to conceive as a change like that can be hell on your system and cause a woman to ovulate late or even skip a cycle all together. I mean sure, bathing suit season is coming and I would love to get all fit for that but trying to get pregnant is the complete opposite of trying to fit in my bikini.
I figure if I have another miscarriage after I get pregnant again, then I'll do some dieting. I'll have about 2 months of down time that we can't be trying to get pregnant that I'll be able to be a little less careful of my dietary requirements. Hopefully I'll get pregnant and carry the child to term. Then maybe I'll breastfeed this time to lose the weight. Maybe. I'll at least have 6 weeks of down time mandatory then. But if life sucks again and I miscarry then at least I have a backup plan and will look pretty this summer. How sad is it that I hope I look like a god-awful fat cow this summer?
I'm back. Still with my self-indulgent, all-about-me, no actual knowledge included posts. Slowly crawling out of my depression as it is baby-making time.
Yup, already. Since I refuse to do the fertility charting thing we have to have sex from day 9 to day 16 of my cycle to make sure we have enough sex by the time I ovulate. Being that this is the first cycle we are actually paying close attention to timing since the infertility spell of early 2005, the husband has gone crazy. He's always been on board with the whole trying to have a baby thing but he never considers it actually trying until there is a plan or regimen to follow. Men.
Yeah, so now he's all concerned. Sure he wants to make sure we have sex at least twice a day from now until next Wednesday but now there are things on top of that. He's constantly concerned with whether or not I have eaten enough since "we are trying now". We were always trying, what does he thing those other pregnancies were about? And I'm not dumb enough to try dieting while trying to conceive as a change like that can be hell on your system and cause a woman to ovulate late or even skip a cycle all together. I mean sure, bathing suit season is coming and I would love to get all fit for that but trying to get pregnant is the complete opposite of trying to fit in my bikini.
I figure if I have another miscarriage after I get pregnant again, then I'll do some dieting. I'll have about 2 months of down time that we can't be trying to get pregnant that I'll be able to be a little less careful of my dietary requirements. Hopefully I'll get pregnant and carry the child to term. Then maybe I'll breastfeed this time to lose the weight. Maybe. I'll at least have 6 weeks of down time mandatory then. But if life sucks again and I miscarry then at least I have a backup plan and will look pretty this summer. How sad is it that I hope I look like a god-awful fat cow this summer?