Required: One Behbeh for Eatings
I am twenty seven years old and determined to have my first child before the age of thirty.
When my husband and I first decided to give this whole baby thing a go, the initial decision was easy! Yes! Let's have a baby! What could go wrong? We don't have any money? Who cares, it will all work itself out. We'll cut our spending. Family members will buy us all the crap we need anyway. No problemo! Two months later, the story changes. We're not pregnant yet, maybe we should wait a little longer. Maybe we're not ready. Maybe we're not getting pregnant because this alleged "man upstairs" isn't buying the whole us as parents thing yet.
Then everyone around you starts having babies. Ladies, you know. Babies are everywhere! You just want to eat them up! With their smells and their soft.
You imagine taking your friend's babies home with you. You have conversations with your husband like "Man they have a cute baby, imagine how much cuter OURS is going to be!" You have the names picked out. And not just "we'd like to name" names. These are in stone. These are the names.
The resistence and hesitation are over. We're going to have a baby. The husband is still a little iffy. Don't worry, he'll come around.
I have known I had PCOS since I was sixteen but really didn't care when the doctor told me I would have fertility problems down the line. Now I'd like to shake that sixteen year old and slap her into taking care of herself so she does not become an obese annovulatory mess wanting a baby. I wish it could be easy, but that is not this life. That's someone else's life. The someone who get's - surprise - knocked up on her honeymoon and has a perfect pregnancy and is back in a size four two weeks after the baby is born. This will not be my journey but I think I'm ready for the one that is mine.
I started taking Metformin June 12. It makes me sick as a dog. I'm up to my 1500mg now so hopefully I'll adjust to it soon and stop feeling queasy. My doc says if I lose around 10 more pounds before my appt with her in August she can go ahead and put me on - drum roll - the Clomid. The magic Clomid pills that makes magical things happen in your lady parts.
My journey to behbeh begins.
When my husband and I first decided to give this whole baby thing a go, the initial decision was easy! Yes! Let's have a baby! What could go wrong? We don't have any money? Who cares, it will all work itself out. We'll cut our spending. Family members will buy us all the crap we need anyway. No problemo! Two months later, the story changes. We're not pregnant yet, maybe we should wait a little longer. Maybe we're not ready. Maybe we're not getting pregnant because this alleged "man upstairs" isn't buying the whole us as parents thing yet.
Then everyone around you starts having babies. Ladies, you know. Babies are everywhere! You just want to eat them up! With their smells and their soft.
You imagine taking your friend's babies home with you. You have conversations with your husband like "Man they have a cute baby, imagine how much cuter OURS is going to be!" You have the names picked out. And not just "we'd like to name" names. These are in stone. These are the names.
The resistence and hesitation are over. We're going to have a baby. The husband is still a little iffy. Don't worry, he'll come around.
I have known I had PCOS since I was sixteen but really didn't care when the doctor told me I would have fertility problems down the line. Now I'd like to shake that sixteen year old and slap her into taking care of herself so she does not become an obese annovulatory mess wanting a baby. I wish it could be easy, but that is not this life. That's someone else's life. The someone who get's - surprise - knocked up on her honeymoon and has a perfect pregnancy and is back in a size four two weeks after the baby is born. This will not be my journey but I think I'm ready for the one that is mine.
I started taking Metformin June 12. It makes me sick as a dog. I'm up to my 1500mg now so hopefully I'll adjust to it soon and stop feeling queasy. My doc says if I lose around 10 more pounds before my appt with her in August she can go ahead and put me on - drum roll - the Clomid. The magic Clomid pills that makes magical things happen in your lady parts.
My journey to behbeh begins.
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