Me: We need to have sex every night this week because I'm due to ovulate soon.
Hubby: Every night?
Me: Well, I'm not temping but my cervical mucus is making itself known ( I proceed to reach down into my ladygarden & pull out a wet finger) & today is CD 11...
Hubby: (toughing my finger) Uh huh. And you usually ovulate around CD 13 or 14, right?
Me: Yup. I'm gonna go take a shower; I'll let you know when I'm ready.
Hubby: OK, just as long as it's not during "Family Guy".
Me: No problem.
I thought baby making was supposed to be romantic...
Monday, March 29, 2010
Although we'll still be trying "the old fashioned way", we're extending our break from fertility treatments until the summer. One, life is nuts between both of us working full time, my job now including some out-of-state travel & both of us having 2 night classes each. Two, we're currently trying to get my mother-in-law here from India for better cancer treatments; not an easy feat. Three, I want to lose some more weight so IF we need to go down the IVF road I'll actually be able to since there are BMI restrictions. And four (finally) we've exhausted our flexible spending account for the year; it re-ups in July.
Scary thought: I put in the max amount of $2500 in the flex account. Considering we're one of the lucky few to have good infertility coverage (80%), that means if we were out-of-pocket we'd have spent over $20,000 on NOT getting pregnant this year. Christ, that's more than I spent buying my brand new car! Something to remember the next time I have a friend/relative/co-worker complain about the cost of daycare. Hey, at least you have someone calling you "mom" after you spent all that money; all I have is a trash can full of negative pregnancy tests & used maxi pads!
/end rant...for now.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Hopefully you got the play on words & the picture posted above...
So I'm back from D.C. & entrenched in yet another term of night classes. I caught a pretty informative & amusing program the other night called "Sizing Up Sperm"; I highly recommend watching it, even if you're not infertile. It kind of reminded me of this scene in Woody Allen's "Everything you wanted to know about sex (but were afraid to ask". Maybe I just have a weird sense of humor.