To all those TTC or those who have ever tried to conceive:
I have a favor. I am looking for some funny stories on the following topics:
1. Making Love and Making Babies are not the Same Thing - funny moments while trying to procreate. I've found that most of these moments are dictated by doctors, not by our own urges and that it stops being fun and starts being more like a chore.
2. Fun side effects from fertility drugs - everything from being tired to constipated to gaining weight and having bad skin and hair failing out (all of which happened to me)
3. Funny stories while going through an IVF or IUI cycle. For example, I did a strip tease in the hospital room before my egg retrieval for my husband before he went back to produce his half of our embryos.
4. Interesting coping mechanisms for not getting pregnant - drinking, eating sweets, buying something indulgent or other things that make us feel better when our procedures don't work.
5. Financial tales - I know someone who had a yard sale to pay for a fertility treatment; I buy HPTs at the Dollar Store, and we put most of our bills on our AmEx in order to get frequent flier points.
If you have a story or stories that fit in these categories, please let me know. Thanks! Email me at myeggyournest@gmail.com
Showing posts with label fertility drugs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fertility drugs. Show all posts
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Blame it on the Fertility Drugs
I’m a bit perplexed by Bonnie Sweeten blaming the fertility drugs that she took more than 17 months ago on her recent behavior. Sweeten is the Pennsylvania mom who allegedly called 911 saying she and her daughter had been carjacked and put in the trunk of a car, but actually they went to Disney World.
Anyone who’s been on even the mildest fertility drug, let alone those of us who have been on the hard core fertility boosters, understand that they can alter your mood – and usually it’s not for the better, though I’m not sure that they are strong enough to cause someone to commit a crime.
I actually maintained a pretty even-keeled mood most of the time that I was injecting those beefed up hormones, but I once had a major meltdown in the bathroom of a roadside rest stop. Jack Bauer and I were driving up to Chicago to visit some friends, and I needed to do a quick change from my shorts and T-shirt into my going-to-dinner outfit in the restroom.
The problem was that the skirt I brought ended up being way too tight across my back end (another result of the drugs was weight gain, which unfortunately didn’t go to my boobs, but my behind). I launched into a monumental fit – one that would’ve made any of Kid Rock’s or Tommy Lee’s public outbursts look tame.
Luckily or unluckily, we were able to make a detour to Bloomingdale’s to buy a tablecloth-sized skirt to cover my rear end, and I continued to sob over the fact that I was buying such a huge size.
When we showed up at our friends’ house, they were more than sympathetic to my red and puffy eyes and sullen demeanor. They had also been through the IVF route conceiving their darling kiddos.
Have fertility drugs ever made you do something out of the ordinary?
Anyone who’s been on even the mildest fertility drug, let alone those of us who have been on the hard core fertility boosters, understand that they can alter your mood – and usually it’s not for the better, though I’m not sure that they are strong enough to cause someone to commit a crime.
I actually maintained a pretty even-keeled mood most of the time that I was injecting those beefed up hormones, but I once had a major meltdown in the bathroom of a roadside rest stop. Jack Bauer and I were driving up to Chicago to visit some friends, and I needed to do a quick change from my shorts and T-shirt into my going-to-dinner outfit in the restroom.
The problem was that the skirt I brought ended up being way too tight across my back end (another result of the drugs was weight gain, which unfortunately didn’t go to my boobs, but my behind). I launched into a monumental fit – one that would’ve made any of Kid Rock’s or Tommy Lee’s public outbursts look tame.
Luckily or unluckily, we were able to make a detour to Bloomingdale’s to buy a tablecloth-sized skirt to cover my rear end, and I continued to sob over the fact that I was buying such a huge size.
When we showed up at our friends’ house, they were more than sympathetic to my red and puffy eyes and sullen demeanor. They had also been through the IVF route conceiving their darling kiddos.
Have fertility drugs ever made you do something out of the ordinary?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The shot heard around the world. Well ,at least in our world
Today was the Nest’s first day of shots which will prepare her body for “sitting” on my eggs.
Giving yourself a shot isn’t easy, especially if you’re like the two of us, who are pretty needle phobic. Actually, I used to be needle phobic, but after six rounds of fertility shots (probably a total of at least 60 shots), I could jab my gut with a rug needle and not flinch.
Not so with the Nest.
So, she has enlisted the help of my best friend’s mom who is a nurse. Thank you so much my nurse mom for being part of this huge group of people trying to help us bring a child into our life (there are more, particularly, my mom, but that will wait for another entry).
To the “unmedically-oriented,” sticking a hypodermic into their own flesh is enough to make them pass out or require a strong drink or two prior to injection. And, at most fertility doctors’ offices you only get about 2-minutes worth of instructions of how to do it, if you’re lucky, which amazes me. It took me longer to learn how to make a grilled cheese and that doesn’t involve needles or pharmaceuticals. So, it’s a wonder that any of those fertility drugs make it into our bodies at all.
May the drugs that the Nest is injecting work their pharmaceutical magic and may she not be too freaked out about it!
Giving yourself a shot isn’t easy, especially if you’re like the two of us, who are pretty needle phobic. Actually, I used to be needle phobic, but after six rounds of fertility shots (probably a total of at least 60 shots), I could jab my gut with a rug needle and not flinch.
Not so with the Nest.
So, she has enlisted the help of my best friend’s mom who is a nurse. Thank you so much my nurse mom for being part of this huge group of people trying to help us bring a child into our life (there are more, particularly, my mom, but that will wait for another entry).
To the “unmedically-oriented,” sticking a hypodermic into their own flesh is enough to make them pass out or require a strong drink or two prior to injection. And, at most fertility doctors’ offices you only get about 2-minutes worth of instructions of how to do it, if you’re lucky, which amazes me. It took me longer to learn how to make a grilled cheese and that doesn’t involve needles or pharmaceuticals. So, it’s a wonder that any of those fertility drugs make it into our bodies at all.
May the drugs that the Nest is injecting work their pharmaceutical magic and may she not be too freaked out about it!
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