Got My Mind Set on You!

Was George Harrison infertile? I REALLY need to know, but I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.  Because honest to God, I nearly tripped over my own feet while out on a run the other day when “Got My Mind Set on You” started playing on my IPod.  I mean……just listen to the guy preach on and on and try to tell me it isn’t about fertility woes:

“I got my mind set on you
But it’s gonna take money
A whole lotta spending money
It’s gonna take plenty of money
To do it right child

It’s gonna take time
A whole lotta precious time
It’s gonna take patience and time
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right child”

Coincidence? I think not!

Yes, we are in the midst of infertility treatments round two. What fun! Luckily enough I have found a new specialist that has been wonderful so far.  I wasn’t sure, when my old RE retired, that I would ever find someone who would genuinely enjoy things like my one hit wonder, “Swim Through My Cervix” but I feel 95% certain that this new doctor would dig it.  He’s pretty laid back, has a good bedside manner and most importantly seems to know his shit. So that’s always a good thing! I recently had a procedure done where we found out that one tube is stuck again to the back of my uterine wall, which means man down on that side.  We are going to focus on the other side and send lots of ovary/fallopian tube loving juju to that area and hope it can make up for the other sides lack of function.  My doctor wants to smooth out my bumpy ute (aka- remove polyps) so that hopefully it will make a cozier nest for any little embryos that decide to hang out.  He also wants me to do an IUI very soon after that.  I’m not so sure I’m ready.  That shits expensive.  I am however, going to start seeing an acupuncturist and explore some natural/ diet remedies first.  Hopefully surgeries and IUI’s are not in my future, but I won’t rule it out either. If all else fails, I’m just going to buy one of these Ova Acheivers from I Heart Guts and snuggle it every night for good measure

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So a big ol’ BOO to even having to think about this again.  I was secretly hoping I would be one of those people whose pregnancy just magically cured their body.  Alas, I have no such luck.  I did get pregnant (it was almost exactly one year ago) but naturally my uterus was a bitch and didn’t make a very cushy nest for my babe.  Miscarriages suck.

Secondary infertility is a strange land to hang out in.  It’s weird to continue wanting more of what you already have.  I would gladly give my slice of pizza to another who was starving if I could.  I’d eat my one slice, give out the extras and just be happy that I even had a piece.  BUT, the tricky part is that infertility isn’t like pizza.  (if you’ve followed my saga for awhile, you should get that dramatic pizza reference 😉 )  It’s very hard to discuss the woes of getting pregnant with #2 when I feel like I should just be grateful I even have one.  As a matter of fact, it’s so difficult that I’ve sat here at my computer attempting to put into words what it’s like and I just can’t seem to explain it.  So maybe that’s a blog for another day.

Oh, and you’re welcome for getting that song stuck in your head.  I’m certain you’ll be singing,” To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it to do it RIIIIIIGHT!”  for the next 3 days!

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