Does she prop up her hips after sex?
We were debating this last night--probably about the time Michelle Duggar was squeezing out young Jennifer VBAC-style. It's an old habit that is hard to break. It doesn't even matter if we're doing treatments--if it's pre-ovulation, it holds the possibility for conception. So...
But it seems like a big waste that only serves to give me a headache. It's sort of like temping during IVF--what's the point and yet you can't stop. I am just trying to picture Nicole Richie's skinny tush accidentally propped up on a mountain of pillows. How else would she get pregnant? Unless it was just one of those times that she was having sex in gravity boots.
Or is it all just bunk that we buy into because we don't want to overlook any possibility--even the smallest one? We are attempting to take back the supine. But before we do, I wanted to conduct an informal poll--does anyone prop up their hips with pre-o sex? Do you only prop if you're not doing treatments or do you prop regardless?
Of course, once I have this piece of information, I will be as fertile as the Duggars. Aunt Janes have asked me loads of times if I know if I'm doing it right. Because...you know...it's a complicated process and I'm fairly certain that once I learn the inside secrets, I too will be spending 10.5 years of my life pregnant.
And now the bloggaful blogs...
Meghan at Perpetually Waiting is having the crappy sort of week that includes the accidental deletion of her entire blog. She is still working to get it back (and if people have ideas on getting it back, please email me or her and let her know. Also, if you can find her blog via google or yahoo please let me know the search words so I can find it too), but in the meantime, she has created a new blog, also called Perpetually Waiting. Even if you're not a regular Perpetually Waiting reader, please head over there and give her some love. This just really really sucks.
Other news is that in case you were missing Gravida Zero who closed her blog last year, she has adopted a son! I've seen pictures and he is absolutely delicious. Congratulations!
Caro at Third Time Lucky and Heather at Big P and Me both asked great blogging questions this week. And I'm a sucker for great blogging debates:
- In this post at Third Time Lucky, Caro questions about what happens between partners/spouses when a person is blogging about infertility. Does it relieve tension and solve the need for incessant discussion? Does your partner/spouse read your blog? It's a cool discussion--go jump into the comments section and read along.
- In this post at Big P and Me, Heather muses on the two sides of infertility: "It just seems like there is no middle ground. Either it is amazingly great news or completely devastating news. The only thing we can probably even call middle ground is the waiting and worry period before you know either. And that isn't fun. Maybe the middle ground is the ground where people are when they are on a break...when they can actually enjoy life." I was so interested in this thought and would love others to weigh in with a comment over there: do you think the waiting is the middle ground? How do you consider the two extremes of IF?
Samantha at Southern Infertility also had a really frustrating week where they lost her biopsy sample. How does a lab lose a biopsy sample? Where does it go? Do they find it weeks later in the technician's lounge between two sofa cushions and shake their heads slowly while a laugh track plays in the background? I know the labs are juggling hundreds of thousands of samples each day, but aren't they all kept in sound conditions so that even if one does get misplaced inside the lab, it is easily found again? I assume that samples are refrigerated until use, wouldn't its location be somewhere inside the refrigerator? How did I never lose a student's paper in all of my years of teaching (paper! Which could blend in easily with lesson plans or get lost at the bottom of a backpack or accidentally tossed in the recycling bin?) but I've had blood lost three times by the lab? I'm sorry, I forgot one. Four times. Four times I have had to have blood redrawn after waiting several weeks for results because they've lost my blood. Go over to Samantha and give her a virtual hug.
Schatzi at From the Peanut Gallery (which is another changed blog and you can probably guess Schatzi's origins if you read the sidebar...) has a post that is a rallying cry of sisterhood and brotherhood (hint: there is a lot of sarcasm before you get to the heart of the message that comes in the final paragraph). It's a nice, gooey note to end on this week: "Infertility heartaches cannot be quantified. They cannot be wrapped up into tidy little packages to be placed on a shelf and measured against surrounding ones. They cannot be placed into bar graphs to neatly be compared with the heartaches of others. However tempting that may be. They are, instead, woven into the fabric of our individual lives—framed by past experiences, beliefs, hopes and dreams."
Check back a little later today or this weekend for the next bloggy idea that I thought up this morning...
And please leave your proppage situation in the comments below. Feel free to go anonymous if you don't want everyone to know your post-coital position.