So I have been feeling a bit fragile with getting a BFN in the middle of my dads heart attack and a terrible week so far at work and I was thinking I really need to find the lighter side - for the sake of self preservtion!
I'm only new to this AC journey and from the looks of it we will have some way to go (if I can help DHget his head around it all and understand the drugs used are safe). This got me thinking that even in this short time there have been a few moments of laugh or cry. Thankfully I have found the strength to laugh.
My first moment was at our first fs appointment. After being told our fears were correct and we would need AC, then given a lesson in using the puregon pen needle and handed over the drugs the nurse said "Its really cool you even get a free cooler bag and freezer brick". All we wanted to say to her was keep your pleeping cooler bag and freezer brick we just want a baby. At the time I was frustrated but had to laugh when I was recently hunting for a cooler bag and thought - "oh I know..." lol.
Another moment was my hsg scan. I walked in the room to be greeted by two women and the doctor. I was then promptly told they had no stirups available and that these lovely ladies would hold my legs in the air. Laughing over crying seemed the easiest response since all dignity was about to be lost!
The following week when preparing to have my internal u/s I had my legs in stirups thinking this is much better when the fire alarm ent off. All I could think was 'Im in this position now and Im not moving'.
The final momentwas getting a text message saying please have intercourse tonight and tomorrow night and then come in for another scan and bt on Friday. Never thought I'd get a message like that.
Surely Im not the only one who has had those moments where you don't know whether to laugh or cry .. or maybe I am........
When I had my beta test last cycle I had been getting positive hpts all week. I stupidly decided to take a couple in to show the nurse. Why? Who knows I caught the train and then the tram to the clinic, my hpts safely in my handbag. When, you guessed it, I dropped my bag and the only things that came out and landed at the feet of the people sitting across from me were the two used FRER tests
Oh the things LTTTC drives us to do.
On Monday after getting the BFN my brother (who had no idea I was even trying for a baby let alone having difficulties) tried to take my photo. When he didn't listen to my know I ranted and raved about respect and then left in a huff. Only to have to apologise for the scene later. Ooops
oh Keta, it's so nice to see you trying to find the lighter side of the situation - they really are some beaut stories!!
My lighter moments have not been as dramatic as yours but I will share to try and help us all remember the sanity....
When I had my lap last year I remembered going into surgery and thinking - omg, the room is full of men... when waking up to a room full of women - and being SERIOUSLY freaked out by it :-) totally disorienting.
So the most current cycle I started having my u/s on day 8 - which was a friday - and had to go M, W, F the next week and then M, W the one after that.... felt like the nurse recognised my "clacker" more than me... and I think I even said something along the lines of "oh we'll be best friends by the end of it" then wanted to slap myself with even more embarassment than what I was trying to cover in the first place.
When I started taking my orgaultran I was telling a friend about the next step had started and the good news was that I was now "stabbing myself in the guts twice a day"
I had bruises all over my belly, and for some reason this amused me....
Lying on the bed for EPU, and a young nurse or technician or whomever he was, was casually keeping my calm by stroking my leg, and I remember thinking... you're being nice to me because you get to see my girly bits for the next half an hour.... LMAO, of course my bits are SOO beautiful he just had to be gawking. clearly my 110kg frame is NOT that desirable... lmao
And seriously talking to the nurse about DH's need to ejaculate and then abstain for the next 2 days was just weird... especially when I then asked if we could have sex..... and did it matter what time today we did it.....
I was annoyed that my little free (but not so free, cause I'm paying a fortune for this) cooler bag, had a dodgey zip... and I was too chicken to ask for a new one... seriously - I can throw my legs in the air and show my bits for the world to see, have some strange man poke and prod around down there with a sheet over me, with a whole in the middle of it, so he can access all areas clearly.... but I can't ask for a replacement cooler bag????
speaking of which... I was lying there looking at the mirror, trying to work out the angle of where DH was sitting to see whether he could see up my "clacker" from his angle..... well.. anything to keep your mind occupied right.... and I wondered why the doc didn't cover up his nice shirt and pants.... cause what if he got "stuff" all over them..... what stuff was I thinking would spew out of me???
so now I'm sticking some creaming white s$#t up my 'clacker', which turns into some weird wet tissuey substance - we haven't done the dance for over two weeks and he goes overseas on friday.... so it will be another two weeks after that.... surely it will have grown over by then!! we haven't had this long a break EVER in our relationship..... just weird.....
but somehow.... it makes me laugh.... cause really who ever thought it was going to be this way!!
Last edited by myturn; November 9th, 2011 at 08:46 PM.
: spelling mistakes LOL
Myturn and N2L you have literally had me laughing out loud. Thank you so much!!! I really needed that. It feels so good to laugh and try to find the lighter side in all this and you know what my cooler bag had a brocken strap - Im not sure who was less impressed me or DH.
Keta, I am sure your brother will understand that we all have bad days - whether you decide to tell him why or not, you're his sister - and he'll get that something is up - appreicate your apology, and it will be all over again.
I must admit, that was quite therapeutic.... think we should keep track of all those "you just gotta laugh" moments, to reflect and giggle over when the going gets tough. Thankyou ladies xox
so while I'm thinking positive, I think bedsies is calling me
Sometimes you just have to laugh
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I caught the train and then the tram to the clinic, my hpts safely in my handbag. When, you guessed it, I dropped my bag and the only things that came out and landed at the feet of the people sitting across from me were the two used FRER tests 
- you poor thing!!
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