Busy busy busy....

Goodness gracious! Life has been non-stop for the past week and a half and it's finally starting to slow down. The hubs and I had 7 Christmases in 4 days. It was a little insane but wonderful to have so much family time.

On to the real business now....

We got hubby's analysis results in last Monday...They were AMAZING! A bunch of good looking little swimmers. I feel like I should be way happier about this than I am. I hate not knowing what's wrong.

I had an appointment with my RE this morning to discuss what our next step is. He said we could do a dye test to see if my tubes are blocked, then if they are move on to surgery. But then also if they're not he'd still suggest the surgery to see if it could be endometriosis. We talked about it and I opted to just have the surgery so he can check for blockages and endometriosis all at once. Hubs completely agrees with me to just get it all done and get things figured out as soon as possible. So now we'll just have to wait until the end of January or Febuary for it to be the right time in my cycle.

My anxiety is at an all time high with surgery in the cards now. I used to take medicine for OCD and anxiety until I learned to control it on my own. My sweet chihuahua can tell I'm worked up today because ever since I got home he has just layed in my lap and tried to lick my tears anytime I started crying. He always tries to make me better... I don't know what I'd do without my lil Boo :)

I know this was super ramblely....my mind is all over the place today. Maybe I'll be more normal tomorrow. On a high note, the hubby's friend that had been staying with us since he got out of the Navy moved out this past weekend so I finally have my office back and will hopefully be blogging more often! Yay!

So I lied.

I have 2 really close friends (who already have kids) that have known about my journey from the beginning. And I have regretted telling them from day one.

"Oh it's probably just timing, are y'all having sex the 14th day of your cycle?"

"Y'all are still so young, you have time."

"Maybe y'all just aren't ready for a baby yet." (That one hurt coming from a "best friend")

I couldn't handle it anymore.

So I lied.

I told them after I got my most recent test results that we decided to take a break from the doctor and that we had some things we wanted to do before we have a baby anyway. I felt horrible for lying and sad to not have them to talk about it with but if rather have no one than people who don't understand. And I don't blame them or hate them. They said things they thought would help and if I weren't going through this I probably wouldn't know what to say either.

So for now, I'm enjoying my pity party all by myself.

My hoohah is broken!?!?

That's right...we're talking about hoohahs (aka vaginas).

I'll start from the beginning. My husband and I have been together 4 years. We have also been having unprotected sex for 4 years.

We have no babies.

The problem with this is that for couples having regular unprotected sex, pregnancy should come sometime in a year. After that, it's considered infertility.

And we've gone 4............
See the problem?

So a month ago while seeing my new girly doctor, who is also an RE (a reproductive endocrinologist aka a fertility specialist) I told him about being worried because it's been so long. He told me out loud the thing I knew all along but wouldn't dare say. Infertility. My hoohah is broken. Not able to do on its own the one thing it's made for. I cried the rest of the day. 

Fast forward a week to my sweet hubby's SA (sperm analysis). His results come back borderline and they want to do another test.      Are You Fucking Kidding Me!! 

Fast forward to later in the week, my first test. A progesterone test the 21st day of my cycle to see if I ovulated. My results come back borderline and they want to test again the next cycle.         
                                                Are You Fucking Kidding Me!!


Yesterday I got my next test done and it showed I DID ovulate this month. (At least my hoohah can do one thing right) and tomorrow we'll turn in my husbands new SA and find out how that goes.

I'll let y'all know ASAP!



Mrs. Jones

Who am I?

Let's start with the basics.....

I'm a 23 year old housewife.

I've been married to my wonderful husband 2 years. We've been together 4.

I have 2 fur-babies that I treat as though they're my children.

This is my infertility journey. I don't know how long or short or interesting it will be but it's mine. I will be honest. I'll probably be bitchy at times. And I will definitely cuss a LOT. There will be laughter and tears but I'm here to share it all.

Mrs. Jones