I haven't posted for a while because I haven't done any fertility-related stuff for a while, but I'll catch you all up on what I'm doing during my baby-making-break.
I've played a lot of tennis, so much that my ankles are killing me. I joined a league at Inverness and two weeks later decided to have plastic surgery, which precludes playing such a sport for 6 weeks after, but I managed to get almost all my games in before the surgery. I hadn't played for 18 months because the jarring motions aren't "fertility-friendly," and forgot how much I like to play.
The plastic surgery decision was based partially on the fact that my husband quit his job since he was working 80-hour weeks and was reaching his emotional and physical limits. Since he has time now to take care of me and things around the house, I decided is was an opportune time to go for the surgery, since I've been wanting to do it for 15 years now. It was also based on the need to have some medical procedure actually give the desired outcome.
So Friday I had rhinoplasty, lower bleph, and acne scar subsisions by Dr. Grossman. My head basically feels like a truck ran over it.
One fertility-related thing -- well two -- were that, you know how you have to list your past surgeries when you supply your medical records? I had put two oocyte removals, and of course everyone has to ask what that is. Maybe I should leave those off! The nurse that wheeled me into surgery told me that she went through menopause at 25. Made me realize the whole infertility thing isn't so uncommon. The other thing was, they ask the first date of your last period. I said March 1st...and then realized it was the 28th. Lovely, please don't start when the doc has my nose ripped apart.
So I'm in recovery mode. I can't read for long because my eyes are sutured so I'm mainly listening to books on CD that my husband got for XMas -- The World is Flat & Ann Coulter so far. Wouldn't be my first choices but they're sitting around the house.
So per usual I am trying to seize the moment and use the time I have without kidlets to do stuff I really want to do. I can't imagine recovering from this head trauma with a child or two, that's for sure.
