I have to admit, these past four or so months of not trying to get pregnant have been pretty amazing. Don’t get me wrong, if I were to end up pregnant today I would be incredibly happy and thankful, but I’m rediscovering things I sorely missed.
- Cold medicine and ibuprofen.
True story. Every time I would have a sinus irritation I would have to deal with it. Suck it up, yo. We can’t be drying out the cervical mucus that may produce a pleasant experience for your future child. And I don’t know about you but Tylenol does nothing for my headaches. The only way I can get rid of my headaches is with ibuprofen or naproxen.
- Not being a crazy person.
I’ll be the first to say it: My name is Mrs. Polish, and I do not tolerate hormonal change well. All of my doctors told me to beware of Clomid. For sure that stuff will make you crazy, they said. Warn your Mr. Polish, they said. What they didn’t say was that Provera (progesterone) would not only make me a crazy person, but a flip out off the wall, yelling about tortilla chips kind of person. Ugly stuff. By the time we got to the point where we decided to take a break, we actually needed the break.
I got really, I mean really lucky to have had clear skin all through high school. Occasionally I would have a pimple here and there, but for the most part, I didn’t. And then you hear the classic story of the girl who went off of her birth control at the old age of 23 and became the world’s oldest pizza face. (I’m a little bit exaggerating, but you get my point). Can we just discuss for a moment the complete injustice of this? We stop taking birth control in order to get pregnant and we get cursed with acne? It’s like birth control has this big conspiracy against us.
Ha. Just kidding. I never went without wine.
I started Metformin as an attempt to control my PCOS. What it did was made it impossible for me to drink caffeinated beverages, including my favorite thing in the world. Coffee. However, I decided that enough is enough and I’m proud to say that I am completely addicted to caffeine again. It’s been a long road, but I made it, and I’ve never been happier.
- Planned sex.
I won’t go into any more detail on this since this is a family blog. But yeah.
- Peeing on sticks.
Worst. Thing. Ever. Even ovulation kits got horrible. You want to talk about something awful for your self esteem? Try failing a test every single day for three years of your life. Good luck with that one. I wouldn’t have believed a positive even if I’d seen one.
Trust me, I’m not complaining. I gave up and did all the things above willingly. I wanted it so bad, that I probably would have given up eating if I had to. While I have all the faith in the world that someday I will get pregnant, right now isn’t the right time for us to resume fertility treatments. If it happens, it happens, and we will be overwhelmed with joy, but right now I’m going to sit here and enjoy my wine, with a side of cold medicine.
What are your perks of not TTC?