September 4, 2012
So after the ordeal of Sunday, surprise surprise, I didn’t need the hCG shot to ovulate. I did that all by myself this weekend.
And I know the following doesn’t really equate, but it’s how I’m starting to feel. There’s this episode of Law & Order: SVU (yes, I watch SVU) in which this girl has run away to New York to get an abortion and the provider she finds keeps putting her off and putting her off until it’s too late because they’re actually pro-life. I’m starting to feel like he doesn’t really believe that single women have the right to get pregnant without men. I’m starting to feel like he’s just going to keep coming up with excuses not to try until it’s too late for me to ever possibly get pregnant. And I know that’s not fair. I know that he doesn’t want to try unless he’s positive that he’ll be successful. But that’s still how I’m starting to feel. Maybe it’s because I have yet to meet another single woman in the waiting room. I don’t think I’ve even met a lesbian in a committed relationship. All of the other women seem to be married. (We all want to know whose idea of a cruel joke it was to put the OB/GYN directly across from the fertility clinic so that all of the women who are having difficulty getting pregnant can watch all of the women who are ready to pop go to their appointments.) I know I’m not the first woman to do this. I know I’m not the first woman in Michigan to do this. I know I’m not the first woman in southwest Michigan to do this. But, man, it’s sure starting to feel that way!
The good news is that we know the Femara worked, so we can try it again. Fingers crossed we get the timing right next time!