Oh That’s What I Keep Forgetting: I’m Trying to Have a BABY!!

So when my dear, sweet Cyber Sister, Nikole, asked me a few days ago "if I was obsessing yet?"  My initial reaction was, "Huh?  Obsessing about WHAT?"

OH YEAH.  I am trying to get pregnant.

I knew there was something I needed to check off my list:

1.  Make BeBop do laundry

2.  Go to Whole Foods and spend my Whole Paycheck there

3.  Clean out the dog’s ears, not just threaten this time

4.  Get impregnated

5.  Find new recipe for white wine sangria

In terms of an update on that front, I don’t have any news. Today is CD27, and I have no idea what’s going on IN THERE. Or DOWN THERE.  Down in the dark, mysterious, mind-of-their-own nether regions often called my feminine jewels.

It’s like the hatch in Lost.  You know it’s there, it seems very crucial to the central story line, but what’s actually happening in there, no one seems to know!  IT.IS.A.MYSTERY.

Normally, as I’ve mentioned in stomach-churning detail, I put the LATE in ovulate (BA DUH BUM) but then have a very short luteal phase.  And as I’ve also shared with the entire world, I think I ovulated around day 17 this month. So will I have a short luteal phase which means I should be getting my period any day now?  Or will the natural progesterone I’m taking help lengthen (elongate? expand?) my LP and I won’t be starting until next week?

LORD knows.

I had a reading with someone a few years ago (I know!  How many of my posts have to start with that sentence?!) and she is a medical intuitive.  She’s an actual, real live medical doctor, but uses her intuitive sense to diagnose patients. ( She even wrote a book and everything.)

Anyway.  I had a phone reading, and she knew nothing about me except for my name and phone number.  At the start of the reading, she just began talking and didn’t ask me a single question.  She started saying how I’m carrying a huge burden at the moment, that I’m ‘taking care of things’ and how it’s putting an enormous amount of pressure on me.

"You are wanting to give birth to something now, but your body won’t let you."

[At this point my jaw drops to the floor and I am speechless.]

"Are you taking care of someone in the house, a family member who is sick, by any chance?"

What ran through my head:

"Well, if you mean ‘sick’ as in ‘sick in the head,’ then YES.  He’s called MY HUSBAND."

What I actually said:

"I am the sole breadwinner in the house, putting my husband through school, and it has caused a great deal of stress. I’ve been trying to get pregnant for a couple of years now, and nothing has happened."

"Well," she said very matter-of-factly, "you won’t get pregnant until your husband finishes school and gets a job."

WELL.

So that’s been in the back of my mind this whole time — BeBop had a job, but only for a month, and now we just took this giant leap of faith and he sort of has a job but who knows what will happen in a couple of months?  What if she was right? 

I guess, with most things, I just have to wait and see what happens.

So, in a very looooooing answer to the question of what’s going on with your reproductive organs?:

I just have no freaking clue. 

Well, then what in holy hell is going on with that damn hatch on Lost?

People, I don’t know. Geesh, do you expect me to have all the answers?

Yes.  And while you’re at it, send us that white wine sangria recipe once you find it.