That Fateful Call

I was mentioning in a previous post that I had gotten a good phone call...some of you may know we're trying to add a little munchkin to our midst. Well, that hasn't been going so great. It seems my body doesn't agree to that decision just yet. I've been working on this with my OB's office, but we can't seem to get my body to cooperate and ovulate (wow...that kind of rhymed). We've been trying for a new kiddo for about six months now and nothing has stuck.

My call was from my doctor. He decided not just to induce my cycle this time, but he's given me a ...gasp... fertility drug to kickstart my ovulation. Hopefully this works. Also, no worries, it's a low dose so I'm not going to end up with like 18 at one time or anything...also if that happened I would drop dead because I have visions of little Ethans running around and climbing on top of me...and devouring me...also some of them are yelling, "Get out of my house!" like Ethan does when he gets mad at me.

I know we haven't been trying that long and that we already have one little blessing, but it's just frustrating when you can't get your body to do what it's supposed to do as a "woman." Hopefully this little kickstart is what it needs to realize...oh wait, am I supposed to be doing something now? Also, I know like four people who are pregnant now so maybe some of that dust will rub off on me, or maybe I should just go up and lick them, although that wouldn't be pleasant for me, or for them so we'll shelf that idea for now.

Anyway, all in all, I'm set with the it will happen eventually and at least we're doing something with it phase. If it doesn't happen, I'm okay too. I love Ethan and wouldn't trade him for anything...most of the time.