You can watch TV if you get bored.

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…