So. I guess I can go ahead and say that the husband and I are officially “trying” for a baby. Being that I’m neurotic and can’t just see what happens, I’ve jumped into the deep end of the pool in this whole “making a baby” thing. Dr. Google is my new best friend.
Stuff I’ve learned:
- A “healthy” couple under the age of 35 usually gets pregnant within 5 months, but it can take up to a year. So after a year, one should have a chit-chat with her doctor. Am I considered healthy with this D thing? When do I go crying to my lady doctor?
- On any given cycle, there is a 20% chance of getting pregnant. I graduated with my M.A. summa cum laude. I can’t deal with this 20% success rate. Overachiever.
- Apparently having sex a lot ups your chances. Duh. But some women on a baby board that I may or may not post on are getting it on like 2 or 3 times/day. Ummmm, I’m walking funny just thinking about it.
- I get to track even more numbers! I’ve started taking my basal temperature every morning so I can see some patterns with my cycle, figure out when I ovulate, all that fun stuff. More stuff to keep track of. Thank goodness for iPhone apps.
- I can’t find any scientific information on the interwebs about blood sugars and ovulation, implantation, etc. This annoys me to no end.
- When you start trying, pregnant women are like squirrels. They are everywhere.
The husband is a good sport with my neurotic self. He’s learned some stuff too about the female body – interesting stuff and some gross stuff too. But he’s super excited and I know he’ll be a great dad.
And luckily, we haven’t gotten to this point…yet…