Killing time

For the first time in a very long time, there is really zero chance I could be pregnant this cycle. We did not manage to have sex over the weekend, as urged by Dr. SF. My husband's sister was staying with us, and given the size of a Big City apartment, the presence of blood relatives is definitely a damper on feeling amorous. And though I suppose I could have insisted that we give it a whirl, I really didn't feel like having silent, "don't let the bed squeak!", Forced Death March (tm someone, I can't remember who--maybe Kath?) sex when there's only, like, a 0.5% chance it would work anyway.

It's oddly relaxing, knowing there's no way in hell I could be knocked up. No need to obsess over symptoms, or take my temperature, or anything. Just wait for my period to arrive--due on or around Mother's Day! Fun!

My husband went out of town Sunday morning, and will be returning this weekend. I think this is the longest we've been apart since we've been married. Here's a little of how I've amused myself during this week of single living:

• Working--or trying, anyway. It's so beautiful out today, it's hard to concentrate.

• Playing the "ovulation or constipation?" guessing game, in response to some cramping a little to the left and a couple inches below my belly button, a few days ago. (I've never experienced ovulation pain before, and I must admit that even after two years of IF, I have only a vague idea of where exactly my ovaries are located within my abdomen.)

• Watching hour upon hour of estrogen-heavy TV--Gilmore Girls, Sex and the City, etc. I love DVR.

• Enjoying various non-pregnant treats, including but not limited to: allergy medication, self-tanner, raw milk cheese, at-home facial peels, margaritas, ordering bikinis online (though it now occurs to me that the latter may not be such a good idea, given that my belly will likely be bruised from injections all summer long...hmmm...)

• Reading back through posts from women with UU on the MA Yahoo support group (link on my homepage sidebar). Some of them have successfully gotten pregnant with singletons from injectibles/IUI, so that made me feel a little less like I'm wasting my time. At the very least, I think, doing Follistim this cycle will be practice for doing IVF--a baby step.

• Cultivating Zen acceptance upon hearing that another one of my coworkers is pregnant. Yes, another one--that makes two coworkers and one friend in two weeks, and a grand total of 24 friends/relatives/coworkers of mine giving birth or gestating since last August. You know how sometimes, fertile people get really uncomfortable talking about or hearing about infertility, like it's catching or something? They shouldn't be worried--clearly it's just the opposite. Really, we should be hiring ourselves out as fertility charms. I can see the Cra!gsl!st post now:

Want to get pregnant? Be my friend! I will attract all the infertility energy within a ten-mile radius, leaving nothing but babydust and sticky vibes for you! You will be pregnant in three months or less or your money back! Rates start at $1000/month (hey, how else am I going to pay for IVF?). Extra charges for squealing at your pregnancy announcement, listening to you talk about how it "only took once!", or shopping for maternity clothes.

Seriously, girls. Think about it. This could be a big money maker for us!