I have not taken hormones before to try to get pregnant. In fact, this past month has been such an out of focus blur I cannot even remember the names of the medications I was on trying to encourage my little eggs to drop down the rabbit hole! I know right now, now that I have been inseminated that I am taking a progesterone suppository twice-a-day every day until my pregnancy test. I will have the results for you all next week.
I don’t know if it is the progesterone, the time change from the weekend past or the fact that I may well and be pregnant, but I am not me. I am easy to anger, tense, annoyed, bloated, gassy (sorry), and I have not had a full night sleep in over in a week which is only intensifying the above issues. All I want to eat is everything that I know me, as a large woman, is being chastised for. And you know what – I. DON’T. CARE! See – I’m annoyed just thinking of someone commenting on the fact that I had, and enjoyed, birthday cake frosting pop tarts for breakfast yesterday.
I am not drinking wine (or any alcohol) even though I know I am allowed to, because if I am pregnant I don’t want to. But this weekend, if I find out I failed again (and yes I consider not being pregnant the most epic of failures) I will be enjoying a large glass of white wine. I am not an alcoholic, I barely ever drink, but when I go out for dinner I want a glass of wine to enjoy right along with my lovely meal and I have been out a few times this week, including last night, and drinking water and iced tea doesn’t quite cut it – especially when WHO KNOWS??!!
My other problem is, because I am taking the progesterone, I am trying desperately hard not to take any more medication like Advil for my awful headaches I get in the morning, allergy pills to ease the congestion I get from Simba or ZZZQuil to help me actually get some sleep. I am being good – really good – and my fear and frustration is that it could be for nothing.
I have lots of little signs that I haven’t had before with past inseminations…but being one week and a few days pregnant doesn’t give you symptoms, so most likely it’s from the hormones…I just wish I could have a big sign that says HEY LADY YOU ARE PREGNANT – KEEP ON KEEPING ON! WOOT WOOT! Wouldn’t that be awesome! A little red-faced angel comes down with a card (or arrow) for you…and BAMN you’re pregnant. Nature doesn’t do things quite so easily or even close to what I would call quickly!
It’s especially difficult when you hear of a woman who is pregnant – with twins and she is devastated. She doesn’t want to be pregnant (uhhh hello birth control, condoms where are yoouuuuu??) and she’s miserable about it! I have no problem with people getting pregnant and being surprised, shocked or confused, but when someone communicates pure misery at the situation (and obviously said woman has other issues at stake here) I want to scream and cry and yell at MY injustice! I’m allowed to be selfish…I’m allowed to be angry. I’m allowed to be sad. I’m allowed not to respect certain people’s feelings. Just like every other woman is allowed these rights. Every situation is different, every situation is deserving of understanding, but at the same time – everyone, including me, is allowed to hurt.
A few more days. I can’t wait.