My goal for this blog (most of the time) is to point out the absurd, funny and outrageous things that happens as you go through the crappy-ass infertility journey.
As many of you know, I wrote a book, The Inadequate Conception, in order to make lemons into lemonade (with vodka, that sweet tea vodka is even better). It was both cathartic and it was also something that I wanted to share with other pregnancy virgins who've gone through similar experiences, and perhaps never looked at all of the treatments, injections, hare-brained ideas, and other stuff in a humorous light.
So, here's the deal. Leave a comment with the wackiest thing you ever did or tried to get pregnant (whether it worked or not), and I'll pick a random comment and the craziest one and send both a copy of my book.
Can't wait to see some of these, and note that this info could be used for book #2!
I let a friend that has two childen move in with me in the hopes that her baby making ability would rub off on me. No luck!
ReplyDeleteI guess this is pretty tame, but I wore the same orange unders and same orange tank top shirt, necklace and my vintage wedding ring set (from the in-laws as a gift) for every RE visit. The orange is for the Sacral Chakra.... and good luck for the rest. I washed the clothing each time too, lol!
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ReplyDeleteWhackiest thing I have ever done (isn't really that whacky): I ate lamb when I was ovulating to warm my womb.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell this without also telling the back story, or I'll look even worse than I already do for it! But the craziest thing I ever did to try to get pregnant was to order Clomid from a sketchy online pharmacy and use it without telling my husband or doctor.
ReplyDeleteMy doctor did unmonitored cycles with Clomid anyway, so no big deal there. My husband wanted us to have a child, but had only ever heard the horror stories surrounding fertility drugs. The thoughts of high order multiples, extreme prematurity, and neonatal death really soured him on the idea of seeking help to conceive.
He was convinced that it would happen naturally -- good luck with that, as the three pregnancies we had already lost were conceived only immediately following suppression with BCP. And between PCOS and Hashimoto's, my doctors had told me that if I wanted to carry our child, we needed to get on it.
So I let him think things had happened naturally. I'm 33 weeks today and he still doesn't know the truth. And finally getting to have our son? Was totally worth every second of barely-suppressed Clomid rage. :)
I have many friends who are/were pregnant with their 2nd children and I always steal their water/drinks hoping to steal some of their fertility (you know the saying..."Don't drink the water, you'll get pregnant!" --- ok, that's only half a joke...I have met my husband in the the middle of the woods for some baby dancing because he was working, and then laid as upside-down as I could in the back of an SUV for 20 mins before driving back home...
ReplyDeleteI used to buy the really big box of tampons, thinking that it would be a jinx. You know, like, "geez, just when I bought 100 tampons, I don't need them anymore!". Yeah, never worked. But neither did the standard treatments, either!
ReplyDelete3 rounds of IVF. Not so fun. But entirely crazy.
ReplyDeleteI cycled, as in real pedalling in the air, after some good old timed sex for the hope of improving chances of spermies to go in. I picked that tip from a fellow IF blogger, and while it seemed to work for her, it did not for me.
ReplyDeleteNever mind, coz the look on my hubby's face was priceless.