Monday, July 2, 2012
I am slightly panicked at the moment. As you know, I started the pill and clexane a couple of weeks ago so I feel like the cycle has started but then of course, I have been having breakthrough bleeding for the past week, along with pretty bad cramps.. It is not even just a little bit of spotting, it is actually a lot (sorry TMI). I don’t think that it matters in terms of the cycle, I mean, the thinner the lining when I start the Progynova the better, right. It is just an inkling that my body is not responding as it should be to the drugs.
I am always trying to be positive about my body but years of hatred of it has left some very bad habits. I need to trust myself and trust my body that it knows what to do. The weird thing is that it’s not as if I haven’t been pregnant before. This is a bit of a revelation because after the last two failed cycles, I seem to have transported myself back in time to when I had never been pregnant, never seen those two lines on the test, not carried a baby full term. It is weird that something that was so profound and meaningful in my life has been relegated to almost feeling like a dream, I mean how is that even possible? I seem to be so desperate to find the bad in myself that I have forgotten that my body was there for me at the best time in my life.
I got pregnant and it was a pretty uneventful pregnancy. I was looked after well by my OB but the main thing is that my body did everything that it was supposed to do. So how has all of that goodness been wiped away by a couple of failed cycles? In many ways, I was so worried in the pregnancy that I didn’t even relate that JBB was in my body and when he was born, it was like I had never even carried him. In my mind, I had even believed that my main contribution to JBB’s existence was the fact that I found the clinic. How can this happen – I really just think that after a lifetime of blaming my body for the ills of my life that I went back to what I know. I think that this is very sad but now that I am aware of it, I can make some steps to change.
Last night, JBB was pretty cranky so I had Thomas the Tank Engine on the TV and he was snuggled up to me and it was at that point I tapped in to how utterly grateful that I was able to carry him, to grow him from an embryo and to take care of him from the day he was transferred. I think that this is a big breakthrough – I feel so much better about myself and way more confident that I can once again get pregnant and carry another child full term.
Only seven and a half weeks until I fly to Thailand, I am ready to trust my body again, I am ready..