To provide a glimpse into my fertility-focused world, I thought I’d list out all the things I’ve tried to improve my chances of getting pregnant. From the scientific to the slightly absurd, you will see how this subject has grown from an interest to a pastime to an obsession.
I’ve done fertility acupuncture, fertility yoga and fertility massage. Mayan abdominal massage, prayer, meditation, and mantra. I’ve journaled, charted my temperature and tracked my menstrual cycle. I’ve taken Chinese herbs, various vitamin supplements, and baby aspirin. I made my husband take huge “Mega Man” vitamins. I’ve even taken Robitussin off label (they say it increases cervical mucus)!
Speaking of cervical mucus (sorry, guys), I’ve become intimately familiar with mine. I’ve also become a spokesperson for Preseed and Clearblue Easy digital ovulation predictor kits. I’ve spent the extra cash on natural, unbleached feminine products. I’ve tried eating certain foods (e.g. pineapple core), not eating certain foods (e.g. peas), and drinking a regimen of fertility teas. I’ve given up caffeine and stopped drinking alcohol for at least half of every month. I’ve consulted with a nutritionist, a reiki master and invested many hours and dollars in therapy.
I have thought about making a list of how much I’ve spent on trying to conceive (for my future book), but I realized that it would be nearly impossible to account for all of these expenses, in addition to my medical bills. That’s what’s so crazy about this process – the money you spend at the doctor’s office / hospital only tells a small part of the story. Oh, and to that end, I’ve done literally thousands of dollars worth of blood tests, had countless ultrasounds, met with various providers for opinions and second opinions, and most recently, began injecting myself daily with pricey medications.
Last week, I bought several pairs of orange underwear to wear to my doctor appointments. I read on a message board that orange is the color of the second chakra, which is the one that is associated with fertility. I try to explain it to John in a way that doesn’t make me sound like a weirdo, and he just smiles. Nothing – I mean nothing – fazes him anymore.