That’s it, I’ve had it, my cousin is pregnant, my delightful, successful, single-until-fairly-recently, younger cousin! Her and her pilot fiancée got engaged last week and we were all thrilled. She has not had a serious relationship for nearly 20 years and met her fiancé through a friend (who met him on tinder) a year or so ago. He is lovely and they are so well suited, it was if it was meant to be and now they’re engaged and having a baby! I am insanely jealous!
We’ve been trying for nearly two years now and, apart from the one ‘glitch’ (as the doctor described it), we haven’t even come close to getting pregnant. I am thoroughly depressed about the whole thing.
True, I may not have been as pro-active as I could have been (I have still not called Bupa to check my cover and I haven’t altered my diet at all) but the depression has robbed me of any inclination to do so. Until recently it had really put us off sex too (although we seem to have got over that issue now)!
I need to pull my finger out, call Bupa, book some acupuncture sessions and start really researching what I should be doing to help. Izzy Judd’s book “Dare to dream” is out tomorrow and I’m thinking that may be a good place to start. I need to stop resting on my laurels and expecting it just to happen as it is obviously not going to.
Any pointers as to where to start would be appreciated!
So, I’ve been taking the Agnus castus on a fairly regular basis. I should take it daily along with my other supplements but I often forget (as I did this morning). Must try harder! I don’t think it is having any physical effects but we’ll see when my period is due whether it does actually help alleviate the symptoms of PMS.
I am generally a fan of supplements and, in the lead up to the wedding, was literally taking about 20 a day. I’m not sure any of them did anything other than increase the value of Holland & Barrett’s shares mind you. I am still finishing off the leftovers (turmeric and beetroot I think) together with daily multivitamins, cod liver oil (Joan Collins apparently swears by it), calcium and vit D (I don’t like milk) and folic acid, for obvious reasons. Apparently there has never been any scientific research which shows that supplements have any effect but surely it’s worth a go.
The lube however is worth a comment, it’s pretty gross and doesn’t have the same silky consistency of normal lubricants. It’s less viscous and has the slippery quality that semen has. It comes in individually wrapped pipette like applicators and the directions tell you to squirt the entire contents inside you. This is no mean feat. You need to adopt the post-coital bridge position prior to sex (which somewhat interferes with foreplay). I think the dosage is probably a little high too as, although you don’t really feel anything until half way through, it very soon overflows. Not particularly sexy.
It feels similar to how I imagine an enema, like one of the high-tech Japanese toilets that squirts water at differing pressures. It’s a bit like a flushing, but you have to keep it in. Once applied you have to ensure semen delivery within 15 minutes too which puts you on a timer. And they say that trying to conceive takes the joy out of sex!
I got a bit over excited yesterday when I thought that I may be overdue but I checked the diary, counted my days and flo is not due in until the end of this week. Fingers crossed she doesn’t show up!
A year ago (34 and not counting) I went to my GP for my bi-annual blood pressure “more contraceptives please” appointment. My GP knew of the impending nuptials. She recommended that I stop taking the pill with a view to conceiving thereafter. Instead of six packets of Cilest I came away, slightly bemused, with a pot of folic acid supplements.
Apparently it takes on average 8 months to conceive once you stop taking the pill. Apparently.
I didn’t (delusional as I was) want to walk down the aisle with a bump. We discussed it further and decided to use ‘alternative contraception’ until at least February (3 months before the wedding). Then we would start ‘leaving it in’. I had visions of discovering I was pregnant soon after the wedding and having a late September baby. This did not happen.
The wonderful wedding took place and we departed for three equally wonderful weeks on honeymoon. It was then that we really began ‘trying’ in earnest. We consummated the marriage in the early hours of the morning after (having finally gone up to bed at 5:30am). TMI? Fraid that’s par for the course.
We consummated like rabbits throughout the honeymoon too, discovering anew our passion for each other, and for sex.
I think I began counting days the month before the wedding, partly to make sure my period did not coincide with the wedding (in the event that I was not pregnant by then) and partly in an attempt to calculate my cycle.