Hello all!
I know it’s been forever since I last blogged. The little lady keeps me busy and I don’t want to be one of those moms that blog about everything their child is doing. She’s growing up happy and healthy. She is now a spunky, talkative 2 year old. Enough said right?
So here we are in the quest for live baby #2. Well technically pregnancy #4. Yep, baby fever has set in, plus everyone at work keeps asking me when we’re gonna have another one. “I don’t know” is my smart reply. To be honest, I really don’t. Who’s to say I will get pregnant this month or 6 months from now. I have no idea.
-I don’t check my temp.
-I already know that ovulation is a problem. My periods have become erratic again. I stopped my BCPs in February 2011, had monthly periods until August, then had to wait 77 days for my next period to start. My last one was Oct. 1st and nothing since. I’ve tested twice and BFN! So what now you ask? I saw Dr M (my ob-gyn) and told her that we want to have another little one, but my fertility is in question again. She suggested using glucophage for 6 months to get regulated and to help the PCOS, then go for the IUI (so may April 2012). Yay….so excited. Glucophage 1000 mg twice a day is rough on the body. It makes me nauseous and want to puke. I have to trick my body by splitting the dose up into 4 little doses. I just can’t handle 2 pills in one sitting. Heartburn, indigestion, and flatulence galore! Real sexy for baby-making. I only take it for baby making purposes. Must get the hormones in check to produce better eggs, to produce the best baby possible. I was really hoping after MeMe, my body would fix itself. But I also know I have quite a few pounds to lose to get back to pre-baby weight. I fell victim to the Toddler Food-Trap. You know, when your toddler eats a little and you finish the rest.
I watched the pounds pack on so now I’m trying to exercise more. We have fancy exercise equipment in the garage but I have no desire to go in there to work out. My husband smokes near the garage and keeps his nasty ash tray out there so the garage stinks. Not good to be taking deep breaths and breathing that crap in. I told him to go far away from the house but he doesn’t listen. He’s a little stressed right now and wants to enroll in school so he smokes more. So now I want to take an exercise class or something. I think I’ll try Zumba at the local rec center.
