No… the C word isn’t C U Next Tuesday: it is children. Having them eludes me.
For a large part, it is taxing on my body and my emotions, but today I just had to laugh.
Because today I put a progesterone pessary up my bottom.
From now until I’m told otherwise, I have to ‘shelve it’ twice a day. Usually a pessary is for your manoush, but the clinic says putting it in your bottom is better.
And believe me, when you’re desperate for kids, you just do whatever the clinic tells you.
If you asked me a few years ago if I would be putting things in there, I’d have said NEVER NEVER NEVER, but now I’m cool… ish.
I’ll just add it to the list of LOL and ridiculous moments I’ve had on this fertility roller coaster, such as:
1. Laying in bed for 20 minutes after doing the deed with my legs in the air, trying to hold everything in there
2. Peeing on stick after stick to test ovulation or pregnancy – if I laid them out end to end, I’m pretty sure I could fill a football field
3. Buying a fertility bracelet… I think I must have been desperate at this point. It broke. And I’m not pregnant