Shoulda Coulda Woulda

When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend on and off for pretty much all of it.  We'd break up every few months, mostly because he had been my only boyfriend and even though I loved him, I knew that it wasn't realistic that we would stay together forever and I didn't want to spend my prime dating years NOT DATING.

At the time, I was still confused about what religion meant in my life and if I even really believed in any of it.  I was going to a Christian church and the big push was "True Love Waits."  They even had commitment ceremonies with your parents where you wore a wedding ring on your left hand that said that and the promise was that you would wait until you got married before having sex.

Uh huh.

Well the good news is that it worked on me for about 2 years.   My boyfriend and I held off on (most) things and were pretty good kids really.

And then we broke up.  For real.

So THIS, ladies, THIS is the time that I felt it might be appropriate to have S-E-X for the first time.  Oh no, not during the 2 fucking years that we were actually TOGETHER.  He was even dating another girl already.  What the hell?

I mean seriously, I could have been banging my little brains out all during high school with a boy that I LOVED, and instead I waited til we broke up.


This is how I feel about getting pregnant.  I had my son when I was 25 so I guess I spent some of my prime fertile years having A baby, but the rest of the time I spent trying NOT to get pregnant.... WASTED.

It's like rain on your wedding day.  Or 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.

Boner of a Lonely Heart

Don't you think that song sounds like that? (Owner of a lonely heart = boner of a lonely heart to me.)

Anyway, just needed a clever way to put the word "boner" in my title because this post is obviously going to be about sex. Lots and lots of sex.

I read some posts about husbands who have a hard time (pun intended) getting things going in the bedroom on demand. I guess the pressure of baby making doesn't put them in the mood or something.

Well not my husband.

We would do it twice a day if I wanted to (which I don't.) He seriously has the sex drive of an 18 year old. I, however, have the sex drive of a woman who's been seriously trying to make a baby for 3 years.

It makes for some interesting nights and some really fun acting on my part. :)

Well Hello Smiley Face

Well, I was right. Today I woke up to this:

(For my non fertility challenged friends, this is a positive OPK which means that I am ovulating on my own within the next 36 hours which screws the pooch on the whole timing for my IUI.)

So the whole IUI plan has been thrown for a loop. They said we can come in tomorrow for it but since my only large follicle yesterday was only at 17 mm, I am not feeling confident about the whole thing.

So we canceled it.

I feel ok about it. I feel like maybe my old pal Mother Nature is trying to give me a little hint, like "Hey idiot, I'm the one in charge here so back the fuck off." So I'm listening to her, not doing the trigger shot and just doing "timed intercourse" this weekend.

P.S. Don't you hate the term "timed intercourse?" It's so.... so.... I don't know, clinical or something.

Country Style

Well, I went in for my 2nd "porn" ever on Friday and everything looked really good. I had 2(!!) very good sized follicles and a 3rd that was medium sized. My doctor thinks that I will release both(!!) the eggs from the large follicles and possibly the 3rd(!!!). There's something very surreal about lying on a table spread eagle while your tiny Asian doctor is poking around your lady parts with a large object. The most unusual part of it all is that you are squinting at the screen trying to figure out how in the hell they spot that follicle so quickly and what makes them so sure they are telling you the truth!
But I digress... the most important part of this story is what comes after... the sex. We are once again back at hump fest. The only problem is that hubs was out of town all last week. We knew that the impending ovulation was going to happen sometime this weekend, so we made plans to meet in the middle.

At his parent's house.

We usually go one weekend a month to visit his parents so it seemed logical that since he was already in that direction that I just meet him there for our visit this month. That being said... we had to do it.

A lot.

At his parent's house.

My in-laws are really awesome people and I love them dearly, but they live in the country. Like they own 80 acres and have horses, chickens and rabbits country. They also eat fried eggs and bacon for breakfast every day. And all the bedrooms are in one section of the house. And the mattress we were on is like 50 years old.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Hubs and I sure had to be tricky to keep it quiet (not us, the mattress!) Also, we went fishing and fed horses and fixed trucks so it was quite the fiasco to get in 3 days worth of baby making. I really hope I get pregnant this month, however, it will be quite the memory of how the conception occurred if I do.