Mark and I have been trying for our second child since June of last year - so that would mean that we have been trying for over a year. We were able to get pregnant in December, but ended up having a miscarriage in January of this year. We didn't think it would be so hard for us afterall - since we didn't even formally consciously try to have Ricky. He just came and it was great. So we kind of took our fertility for granted and assumed that when we were ready for another baby, it would magically arrive. Not.
I have been using those pee-on-a-stick thing-ys that you can buy at the store - 7 tests for roughly $15. You are supposed to not drink too much and hold your urine for 4 hours - or use the first urine of the day. Since I can never *hold it* for any length of time at all, I have been opting for the first urine of the day. Either my urine sucks, I am not testing properly, or I am not ovulating, because I never have a positive result. I told myself and my husband that I am never buying those things again.
So I bought a basal thermometer.
These things are supposed to let you figure out your most fertile time and I am supposed to be taking my temperature every morning before I get up from bed and recording it. I will start doing this at the end of this cycle. Hopefully this will work. It has to.
My doctor says that a fertility specialist won't see me until it's been a year since my miscarriage. With every period and month that passes, the age difference between Ricky and his sibling gets bigger and bigger. If we went to Disney World, I don't want to be at Dumbo with one child while Mark is on the big-ass roller coaster with Ricky. NO NO NO.
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