Sunday, January 16, 2011

Little Victories

At the risk of being called the "crazy childless aunt" who hoards cats and calls her horses her "children," I have been working with horses a lot lately. Before this, my time was pretty evenly split between work and…well, work. The weekends would come and I would spend most of it with my husband and dogs, and some of it at school. While I have been diligently working on my 101 in 1,001 list, finding things to do and places to go, my "everyday" life wasn't really filled with anything that I could call a significant hobby, something I looked forward to doing on a regular basis. I've tried running, but that's very seasonal, and not even really my cup of tea. (I really do hate running, I just love what it does for my body.)

Two months ago, I met a woman who needed help with her horses. She'd taken in two new ones, both abused, and had little time to train her own and spend time with these needy ones. So, I started coming over and brushing, walking, riding, and desensitizing (to strange noises or situations) two of her horses. It is amazing. The gratification that I have not been getting from my work (most times it seems that the kids just hate what and how I teach), or my body (that still refuses to get any kind of pregnant), I am finding with these animals. Every time I work or spend time with them, they do something that they didn't do before. Like yesterday, Maverick (a beautiful Appaloosa) stood completely still while I brushed and cleaned him. He's never done that for anyone, his owner said. I did that! My love, care, and attention made a discernable difference! It feels good to have small victories, even if they are equine in nature. I had forgotten how good it feels to accomplish something tangible. I hope everyone has something like this that makes them feel helpful and appreciated. I wish I had found this a year ago…

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I Blame the Pituitary!

In the last two years, I have become more aware of my body and its functions than I ever thought possible. I've charted and monitored my temperature, my cycle, cervical mucus and tenderness. There is no doubt in my mind that I know myself better now than I ever have. So why is it always a surprise to me that I can become so depressed and moody at certain times of the month? Today, I've really felt soreness in my chest. They're like little hormone barometers - relaying information about the potential for emotional storms or changes in my mood. Today was even a pretty good day by Middle School Teacher standards…nobody called me a bad name behind my back (that I could hear), and nobody barfed in my classroom. Win! So why do I feel so pessimistic and melancholy? I blame my pituitary gland. If someone's going to take the rap, it's going to be the pituitary. From what I remember in science class, that's the epicenter of hormonal action. Well, Houston, we have a problem. My pituitary is doing a pretty shoddy job of something, cause I feel like crap.

Chocolate? Wine? Chocolate and wine? Maybe just an early bedtime and a peppermint hot chocolate in the morning. Make that extra whipped cream, fella. I got a gland to appease.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Oh No She Didn't!

I haven't been writing much lately as I have been on a "TTC Hiatus." (We all know that infertility still occupies a good chunk of my time and makes me insanely jealous when someone new announces a pregnancy...I'm just not going to the RE and spending my allowance on Follistim.) The hubby and I are waiting until summertime to undergo the fabled IVF procedure. We decided that the stress of work and finances would make this cycle (read: any cycle until May) a bust no matter what. If IVF is going to be successfull (and for $5,000, it better be!), then we want to give it the best shot possible. So, here's to taking a break...

In the meantime, we've been enjoying time with friends. This weekend, we were coaxed into going to a local iconic eatery in Denver called Casa Bonita. It, interesting. Think Las Vegas' Venitian hotel, but Mexicali. With a waterfall. And a cave. And an arcade. It was just kitschy enough to include a fortune-teller-in-a-box, à la "Big". (My Cultural Studies teacher, let alone Umberto Eco, would have had a field day with this place.) Anyway, for one token, Estrella would give you a fortune. I was in.

I put in my token, she waved her automated hand over her crystal ball, and violà! Nothing. No fortune appeared in the little slot. That's par for the course: my luck was crap. I asked the attendants if the machine was broken, and they in turn asked a manager to come help me out. "Do you want your fortune, or do you want your token back?" she asked, amused. "I want my fortune!" I said. In went the token, and out came not one but TWO fortunes! Oh, the luck! Here is what the fortunes said:

"Ideas are like children, there are none so wonderful as your own."

Damn you, Estrella. Damn you.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Which Way to Go?

Just when you think you're all alone…you realize you're not. I had a very strange dream about an old friend of mine last night, and I caught her on Facebook chat this morning. She and I worked together when I was in college, and we were very close. So, I didn't feel like I had to dance around my TTC frustrations when she asked how I was. As it turns out, she also had some difficulty when she began trying for a baby. At 25, she had a miscarriage, and then it took three more years to get pregnant again. She now has two beautiful little girls and never went to an RE once. She and her husband went on a long-awaited vacation and, BLAMO!, they got pregnant.

I'm trying very hard to make a decision about this IVF - do it or not? Take the natural route or the scientific one? I know that it works for some people, but I also know that it doesn't work for a lot of people. I hate to be pragmatic about it, but it will fall in the two busiest months of the school year (State testing), and I'm not really looking forward to putting stress on top of stress. I know that my work shouldn't dictate my life, but it is my job and I do take a lot of pride in doing it well. That's hard to do when you're skipping out every other day for blood tests and ultrasounds.

Maybe the IVF can wait a few months. I don't have an discernable condition, so perhaps a few months of R&R on the TTC front could be beneficial…it's worth a shot, I guess. I know I'm not getting any younger (oh, hello Birthday, just around the corner), but I don't want to go crazy in the meantime.