I am not one of those people who can get pregnant when I "stop thinking about it so much," "take a break from meds," or "give my body a rest."
It's CD 1.
I'm not upset, I just thought I'd make it clear to those of you who may have been thinking that God would bless me when I "least expect it," that nope, He hasn't. I could not have expected a pregnancy any LESS than I did this month, and He did not disappoint on that end.
As I was chuckling about this fact, I log onto an online ca.tholic fer.tility email group where I'm a member, to see an email from a group member who was told by Dr H himself that she had a 0% chance of conceiving before her laparotomy, so she stopped taking all her meds, and, you guessed it, Poof! Pregnant!
(If you're reading this, T, I am very happy for you, this is truly a miracle!!)
But just goes to show... there are no miracles in store for me.
The good news is, this cycle I'll get a lot accomplished in preparation for the next treatment cycle (July). I have a phone appt with Dr Kwak on Wednesday, I have my pre-op ultrasound Friday, pre-op appt Monday, and laparoscopy #2, hysteroscopy #2, and selective hysterosalpingogram #3 next Friday 6/18. Then it's off to Cancun for a week (and yes Dr S said it was fine to fly the day after surgery, so woo hoo!) and by the end of my cycle I will have my first appt with Dr. Ch.eck in NJ.
Dr. Ch.eck came highly recommended, and I have finally bit the bullet and decided to add him to my ever-growing roster of medical professionals who have seen my hoo-ha (or at least my insides).
Yes, I am throwing on my climbing shoes and charging up path #47. I must be insane. Or masochistic. I prefer the latter. At least the latter is a personal choice.