Fertility Kits, Pregnancy Tests & Condoms

Parental Units, now is the time to turn away, it’s gunna get all TMI up in here.

Here’s the low down. I’ve had sex with a few people (I’m somewhere between a prude and a whore), and always used protection. Even until my husband became my future husband, we were using condoms. Oddly enough, it never occured to me not to. I didn’t want a baby and didn’t trust The Pill (which I was on mainly to handl my PCOS).

The fun part of marriage is not using condoms. No more late night runs to CVS with teenagers smirking behind the counter. No more stopping and ripping the wrapper open and no more barrier feeling. Side note: Kids, wear condoms – trust me. No it doesn’t feel as good, but neither does having a kid. But seriously, married people don’t wear condoms. Or so I thought.

Since we’ve embarked on this journey to parenthood, we are using condoms, which seems completely counterproductive. Let me explain …

I can’t take my ‘baby meds’ if I am pregnant, and you won’t get a positive pregnancy test until about 2 weeks after conception. So if I were to have unprotected sex tonight … we might be pregnant. But we would have to wait 2 weeks to make sure it’s safe to start the meds. Make sense? It’s like playing Super Mario Brothers and getting to the 2nd to last level, dying and having to start back at square one.

So as I am buying fertility kits, pregnancy tests and Clomid, I am picking up condoms. I can only imagine what the CVS clerk is thinking. And after reading the doctor’s instructions (again), it looks like each Clomid cycle we can have sex unprotected for 3 days. 3 days.

In the meantime, we are going to pretend we are high schoolers and our parents are out of town.

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Thank You, Thank You

When I was planning our wedding, I had a visceral reaction to all things ‘wedding industry’ – including websites that rhyme with The Snot and ShmeddingMannel. I couldn’t buy into the fairy tale, already done wedding. And just like with getting pregnant, the resources for people like me were far and few between.

 

One site I visited religiously was Offbeat Bride. It was amazingly well written and featured all things non-traditional that people had done before. I loved the whole ‘own-your-wedding-make-it-what-you-want’ attitude. Thankfully for me, April, the founder of the blog found out she was pregnant while I was honeymooning and Offbeat Mama was born! And what was the first post I stumbled on? The No Acronyms Rule. Thank you, thank you! Of course, it is a lot of post-pregnancy stuff, but also a lot of Q&A about what mamas with they did differently and experiences I can use.  I look forward to being an Offbeat Mama.

 

In baby makin’ news, it’s my 3rd night of Prometrium (which is supposed to make Aunt Flow … I mean my period … start). So far, just mood swing (sh*t, what if this is just me off birth control) and really painful boobs. Like I can’t lay on my stomach painful.

 

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It Shouldn’t Be This Hard

Have you looked at Trying to Conceive (TTC) blogs or forums lately? Talk about an assault on the senses. Ads for fertility drugs, pictures of smiling babies and yes, even erectile dysfunction pills.

As a newbie to the TTC world, I keep looking for support through this weird, confusing process. I want to ask simple questions like drug side effects and when I can have sex with my husband. But instead, I am flipping between two screens;  one screen is a message board, and one is a long, VERY long, list of acronyms specific to those TTC. I get LOL and OMG, but it seriously took me a good 15 minutes to determine what AF means. I pride myself on being pretty quick on things like this – American Flute? Always Funky? I finally had to look it up.  AF = Aunt Flo. Which is what my friends called a period when I was 14. “Aunt Flo is coming!” “Aunt Flo is a pain in the butt” … get it? Har, har.

In all seriousness, we are adults trying to do adult things – why are we using middle school slang and then dummying it down even further and making it an acronym? I have a full time job, a clothes to iron, bills to pay and a baby to make. Why am I spending time figuring out what AF stands for?

This blog is for no one but me, chronicling my potential long journey to motherhood.  I might get there next month, or 6 months, or 6 years, but I am not finding what I need on sites with stupid acronyms.
HABSBTHR? (Having a Baby Shouldn’t Be This Hard, Right? – duh!).

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