Rolling 6's

Today was about as postive as postive can get! I usually work myself into knots before going into a potentially stressful situation, yet this time, I didn't really get nervous until about 15 minutes before my appointment. If I honestly thought I was going to get bad news today, I knew I would have gotten signs or would've had bad vibes. Fortunately, the only worrying I had was right before we went into the hospital and it went something like, "Oh my God. I forgot to paint my toenails last night and my feet are going to be stuck up in the air with everybody looking at them and turning green from disgust." You know what I'm talking about. Winter toenails and legs are gross. I paint my toes in the winter sparingly and my poor legs only get shaven like once a week. Don't judge me. You know you are checking your peach-fuzz calves right now.

I made Mike stop at a Dollar Tree down the street from the hospital so I could buy socks. I had on flats today and needed a back-up plan. Miraculously, we were on time and could spare a quick side trip. Crisis averted.

In a nutshell, I am perfectly healthy. There is nothing wrong with me (that we know right now) that is preventing me from getting pregnant and most importantly, carrying full-term. I asked all the questions I was supposed to. There is no cyst on my ovaries--I just have a real 'mother' of a period so I have to deal with that once a month. The Rh factor has nothing to do with me keeping a pregnancy. Mike & I are both O-neg, so we are universally meant for each other ;) When I had surgery in 2005 to remove an ovarian cyst, there were no complications that would have caused anything to go wrong with future pregnancies. My ultrasound was perfect. My 'parts' are in perfect condition. My hips aren't lying; they are ready for "child-bearing".

I've heard much "flack" in recent months from my readers in regards to switching to another doctor. I'll admit, I had a bad seed planted in my brain after hearing that he could be more compassionate towards me. Yet, every time I have visited him since my first MC, he has been honest, open, and very understanding about my issues. I am a very proud wife that Mike goes in with me for these appointments. I don't make him, which is odd, considering it's like an act of Congress just to get him to take the empty roll of toilet paper off the dang holder when I need him to. When the good Dr. and I were reviewing my stats, Mike breaks in with "well, both times it has happened during the implantation period and we are just concerned about the formation of chromosomes being the problem". Cue my jaw-dropping look of "who. the. hell. are. you. and. where. is. my. husband?" My poor jaw surgeon would have keeled over and died during that very moment. And I would have joined him with my surprising 'Mr. OB-GYN Expert' spouse spitting out medical-hooplah like that.

We were reassured that this is still only the 2nd MC. Quite frankly, Dr. G says that most women would kill to have gotten pregnant as quickly as I did (each time!) Let's face it, twice in less than a year is awesome (not awesome that I lost them, but you get the point), considering many women try for months and months and years and years and have no success. He said that honestly, 2 is not uncommon. Even 3. He used the analogy: you can roll a dice and get two 6's in a row...it can certainly happen. Rolling 3, yeah, a little more uncommon. Rolling 4-5, that's a little excessive and definitely cause for concern. Until we get to that, there is absolutely nothing to be concerned about. He said if, and only if, we get past 3 or 4, that's when he'll refer me to a specialist to start testing sperm and yada yada yada.

I left the office with a Basal thermometer (something I've been against doing because I don't want to add anymore stress on this situation than there already is) and a Rx for sex. Lots of it. No more than once in a 24-hour time period but more than once in a 48-time period. (I think I got that right, basically, every other day during my ovulation time). I also have to lay with my legs thrown up in the air for 20 minutes after. (And yes, it was KILLING me to keep a straight face while I had that conversation with my 50-some year old doctor who has salt & pepper hair and a mustache very much like Frankie Tanner. It's true: I often have the metality & immaturity of my 5th graders). My next appointment is set for the first of April but he is positive I will see him before then. As soon as I see a steady spike in my temperature and I am 5 days late, I should take a test. If it's positive, I am to call him immediately and I will go in. If he sees what he needs to see, I will be visiting him every 7-10 days during the first trimester to make sure things are going like they should. Gah! So much work to do! 

I have a poster in my classroom that I bought before my first year of teaching. It says, "Great things are worth the work". It's very meaningful to me and obvi it applies to so many other aspects in (my) life than just "hey kid, do your work so you can pass". We've got our game-faces on now and I don't know about Mike, but I'm surely ready for the work! Until next time...