We welcomed our quest of conceiving naturally with confidence, and even thought that May held high hopes until the ladyfriend (period) made an appearance.
Then June, then July, August and September. We'd had two holidays and relaxed no end, but still nothing was happening.
We'd even bought predictor kits, started analysing my cervical mucus (from my pants, as I could not quite get into the habit of using my fingers during a basic toilet visit), and targeted those days with intent. I'd started having acupuncture sessions, which seemed to regulate my cycle to 28days each month, rather than the '28, 29, 28, 30, 28...' I was used to. It also reduced by PMT symptoms. I was less irritable and my breasts weren't as swollen and tender.
I convinced Joey to start, as the practitioner advised that they could help with blood flow to the testes. "Anything was worth a try", said Joey.
He saw great benefits too, from stress reduction to better blood glucose control for his diabetes.
But during all of this, we still weren't pregnant. We were still adamant that the romance and excitement was important and we drew the line at charting my temperature every morning. Besides, I knew I'd forget and use the bathroom before realising I'd moved.
Then during October, I was having one of those 'Why us?' days, and for those of you that have been on this journey will know those all too well.
I text Joey, who was at work, and he suggested we go back to see the GP. I instantly dismissed the idea, wallowing in self pity and eating my 7th 2-fingered kitkat. But then I thought, 'what else have we got to lose?'. So I booked in to see a different GP....
Monday, 1 August 2011
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