Remember when I spent a large portion of my blog discussing my efforts to get pregnant? For those of you new around here, there are piles of negative HPTs (home pregnancy tests), a diagnosis as a repeat aborter, a referreral to a fertility specialist and many many many emotional breakdowns left behind in the wake of my pregnancy with NikkiZ. Even the pregnancy itself had the fun of low progesterone levels and uterine blood clots. The road to her arrival was not an easy one, but it was worth every step along the way.
While cleaning out innards post baby-removal via c-section (fun!) my OB discovered endometriosis on one ovary and uterine fibroids (and someone’s keys…a cell phone charger…and that one sock I havent found the match for in three years…) two things that might have explained past struggles to reproduce but definitely would explain any future difficulties. His number one recommendation: Get pregnant again sooner rather than later (ha! easier said than done) because every menstruation can bring worsening of the endometriosis which can complicate future chances to get pregnant.
For the typical fertility challenged woman, time-lines are such a dark joke anyway. We can say “Ohh…I’d like two years between children…” but in reality, if we try to plan it that way – we could end up with four years, or five, or worse: No second child. So, you hesitate to impair conception in anyway, because even though you don’t want your kids this close together: you still want another child, and you don’t want to possibly miss your only chance to conceive because it seemed “too early.”
Well – we haven’t had to face any of these type of decisions for one reason and one reason only – I hadn’t gotten a cycle yet. This has been great since I kinda like the Scarlet O’Hara method of dealing with things: Let’s just worry about it tomorrow.
Well. It’s official. Tomorrow is here. My cycle has finally returned. MrZ was very excited because he wants to get pregnant YESTERDAY. He happily exclaimed, “Yay! Mommy got her period!” to NikkiZ (NikkiZ: TMI, Dad). I replied to his exuberance by saying, “Where I appreciate the sentiment behind your excitement – you cheering for the onslaught of cramps, bloating and bleeding doesn’t really make me happy.”
Either way – the elephant in the room can no longer be ignored. Now we must officially commit to a plan. I don’t want to get pregnant until this summer. But – more than that – I want another kid. What if I miss my chance between now and August? If we never succeed in producing another child, will I always wonder if we would have been successful if we hadn’t waited?
Eh. Why worry? Instead – I need to enjoy the time I’m not pregnant by drinking copius amounts of alcohol and indulging in platefuls of sushi. Who wants to join me?