A New Blog for Stef!
I've never been great with blogs. I can't tell you why... No. That's not true. I'm inconsistent and easily distracted. Plus, I constantly worry about writing something stupid. Still, I do write stupid stuff. However, I think I'm pretty funny and have a good perspective on life and somehow think that people give a rip about said humor and perspective.
I married my husband last year. What a rush! We had been dating for 8 years by the time we got married. We live in a nice home in a great part of town that is still slightly rural but not terribly far away from everything. I have to be honest when I say that being a wife is not a whole lot different than being a Long Time Girlfriend. I kept expecting things to be "different". Not a whole lot has changed except my last name. Don't get me wrong, I am not disappointed because we have a good life together. I will say that it's a relief to finally be able to call him my HUSBAND after waiting SOOOOOOO long to do so. Having "In-Laws" is pretty wierd, but his family has been very good to me. MY family loves the heck out of him, but the whole "in-law" thing is just too weird.
Once we got married, we started to consider "family planning" and began to try for a baby. I come from a long line of Fertile Myrtles, so I didn't figure this would be any issue for us.
I couldn't have been more wrong. After a year of failed attempts and a monthly broken heart, we still have no baby. I've peed on about every kind of stick imaginable, taken my temperature a billion times, gotten regular accupuncture and even put crystals under my bed. (Don't tell Hubby!) I have talked to the doctor and they won't touch me until we have been "trying" for a year. Well, it's been a year now, and I've got an appt for my annual (ew) exam and hopefully a talk with the doctor as to what the hell is up with my ladyparts.
As God as my witness, if one more person tells me to "relaaax" and "it is what it is" I'm going to slap them into next week. I'm not totally nutzo about having a baby but it's really hard when my friends are all getting preggers and I'm at the store buying tampons. I'm pretty cool about it until the week before my period when I'm already PMSing which makes everything seem like a bigger deal than it really is. Also, the whole timing sex thing is really quite a bummer.
The hubster hasn't gotten tested yet and I'm trying to NOT push the issue. I'm convinced it has something to do with me. I failed to mention that I also have a blood disorder. It's called Essential Thrombocytosis OR Essential Thrombocythemia. Sounds tasty, right? It basically means that my bone marrow is on hyperdrive and overproduces platelets. Platelets are the cells that stick together to form clots. These little suckers are great to have in normal numbers so you can heal and stuff, but to have too many is NOT ideal. I have been able to escape the dreaded meds and only take baby/old people asprin to get by.
They say that it should not keep me from conceiving, but my miscarriage rate goes up dramatically. You know how they say you should wait until you're out of your first trimester to feel safe to carry to full term? Not the case with this disorder. I'm in the "danger zone" for about 2 trimesters. Lovely. Despite all this crap, we keep trying.
I'll try not to moosh on about this. Wish me Luck on the new blog!