Today’s blog post is brought you by things in my life that are good (spoiler alert: it’s ALL THE THINGS), and Liz Lemon.
Why? Because I’m happy, and because it’s my damn blog, and because Liz Lemon is my spirit animal.
Ready?
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So I know I haven’t posted in a few weeks, and it’s mainly because I’ve just been so darn busy.
Yeah okay, some of that busy-ness has been in the form of catching up on my dvr-ed programming, eating whatevathecrap I feel like, and generally carving out a deeper ass-indent in my couch, but some of it has actually been productive, yo!
But really, I’ve been up to some things in my regular old life these days.
THINGS, you guys.
Firstly, I’m like 98.56% sure that I ovulated on cycle day 15 last month.
FIFTEEN.
WHAT? Like, without drugs??
Uhh… apparently so. The new herbs McStabby has me taking seem to be working some kinda miracles down-unda, and I’m hoping the miraculous normality continues into this month.
So yay for functioning girly-bits!
Also, McStabby totally went all bitter renegade Infertility Advocate on me at my last appointment. Seriously. He was all like “UNEXPLAINED INFERTILITY IS SUCH A BULLSH*T NON-DIAGNOSIS, GOD!”
It was crazy, and awesome, and I almost would have laughed, but I was too impressed. Basically, he is like SO OVER hearing about unexplained infertility as a hard and fast diagnosis. He wants some of his UI patients to start looking more into other causes of infertility, like immunological issues and bacterial infections.
There are really no reproductive immunologists in this area, so he wants me to start with my OB rather than my RE. He said that the OB may be more receptive to requesting some of these tests, and less likely to blacklist me from the office for even asking.
Because, you know, I see an acupuncturist, take Chinese herbs, and want to talk about antibiotic therapy and testing for immunological disorders, and I guess some fancy doctors don’t like that stuff.
So I’m trying to decide if this is a path I want to explore, or if I want to just want to keep on keepin’ on with the whole “infertility on the back burner” thing.
It’s a conundrum, to be sure. I have no idea what to do here.
Aside from that, another cool thing happened:
I made a friend on Facebook. A FRIEND WHO LIKES BOOKS. I ran into her a while back in the comments section of a book blog I read, and she and I bonded over our shameful love of Bar Rescue marathons (don’t judge me). I recognized her name as a news reporter for a local station, and lo and behold, she is also on the Facebooks and is totally friends with another blogger I love.
It was sorta meant to be, you guys.
Anyway, I sent her an email letting her know about the new RESOLVE support group I was looking to promote, and asked whether she thought the station would be willing to share a flyer on their website or via social media or something, and she was like “why don’t you come on my Sunday cooking show and we can talk about it on the air?”
And I accepted.
I was nervous as all get-out, but I think I actually spoke in coherent sentences (without any accidental swearing, yay!).
One thing did happen that I feel badly about, but I didn’t realize it until well after the show had already aired…
Prior to the taping, I was talking with my interviewer and a few other people in the room about infertility, and about people they knew that had struggled to get pregnant. One of the women mentioned her sister, who had had years of trouble conceiving, and we talked about her sister’s stories of a coworker who was an unhealthy drunken chain-smoker that had magical Duggar-like fertility. We’ve all heard stories like this, and it’s enough to make a compassionate infertile roll her eyes at the injustice of it all.
During the interview, I said something like “why can the girl at work who drinks and smokes get pregnant, and not me?”, generalizing, and referring to that bit of conversation we’d had off camera. Apparently, some people I work with may have thought I was actually talking about someone specific in our office who is pregnant (and not a drunken chain-smoker at all, by the way)… which came to a bit of a shock to me, because OMG I WOULD NEVER!
I feel like such an a-hole, even though it was a completely innocent comment that had nothing to do with anyone I actually know.
Ugh.
So, you know… Tracy – 0, Tracy’s Foot-in-Mouth – 68,759.
Oh right. Here’s the link to the video… I’m after the Fitbit segment at about 2:40.
And you know the best part of that day? I spent two days prior deciding on what to wear, ultimately coming up with a navy sweater over a coral shirt and some light khaki pants.
You know what happens when you wear khakis, right?
Yep. Tracy – 0, Scumbag Uterus – 159
Okay, so I guess that was a good thing with some bad undertones… but ultimately it was a good thing, so it still fits within the parameters of this good-things-and-Liz-Lemon-themed blog post.
YESSIR. Still counts.
The last good thing I want to talk about is my RESOLVE support group.
We met for the first time last night, and while I can’t discuss specifics, I can tell you that we had a pretty nice turnout for a first meeting! Six women attended, and I feel like it was a great mix of people in different stages of their journey to parenthood. We had some lively conversations, there were a lot of different topics thrown out for further discussion at upcoming meetings, and I feel like the women who attended really wanted to be there.
This group means a lot to me, both in the sense that doing the legwork to make it happen is very fulfilling, but also in the sense that I have really been missing being a part of a group that exists because of a shared passion.
Also, we’re kind of like the really sassy Island of Misfit Toys, and I kind of love that.
So it’s all good right now.
Like, ridiculously good.
Marriage? Good.
Work? Good.
DVR capacity? Good.
Life?
Bring it on, life. I’m pretty happy accepting only good things from you for a change.
Let’s keep up the good work, eh?
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