Sunday, April 01, 2007

Pissing into the Wind

[I'm playing somewhere else today. Read this terrific post and at the bottom find where I am.]

Here's a Link

I was originally going to call this post pissing up a rope, but Mr. Q said he had never heard of the term. Maybe it's not a flat-lander phrase; there's lots of things, apparently, that we each missed out on, what with me having been raised [as all should] in the mountains, and he in the prairies.

But I digress. Neither one of these terms - pissing into the wind nor pissing up a rope - completely describes what I'm going for, but it's the closest thing to the fact that for the past year I have been chronically and unsuccessfully pissing on a stick. [see link above for an example of the stick in question] [And, normally, I would not choose the term "pissing" but use it only for consistency in what is, really, a bad analogy to begin with. But you'll forgive me]

It has now been one year since I took my last little pink oral contraceptive pill and absolutely nothing profound has come of it. But, that's not the problem. Within the past 12 months, my skin has reverted back to it's old, bad self, my presumed pill-weight hasn't gone away, I am [apparently] a teeny wee bit moodier and I have only had 2 partial and guilt-ridden alcoholic beverages. Generally, it sucks.

I'm not upset about the not being pregnant part [okay, only sometimes. just a little during my apparent "moody" phases] since it takes a lot of people a lot longer. Really and truly, I am okay with that. There are those people for whom it doesn't take as long [and I may, occasionally, experience the irrational urge to slap them]. I am upset, though, that I haven't had a beer. The few times that I can, I am almost always on call for work [like this weekend] and, being the lush low-tolerance type that I am, can't freely imbibe. For that alone, I will accept sympathy.

But, I now must come to terms with visiting my doctor in the fall. She heaved a big "finally" last year when I indicated that yes, I was going off the pill with the intent to become pregnant. Now, we'll see what she says when I go in this year, not pregnant. I'm honestly not sure if she's the type who will send me/us for tests right away or have us wait a little longer.

I've decided that tests are all very well and good, but as long as nothing is putting me in harm or does not involve an extremely easy, quick fix, then it ends with the testing. I don't think I'm into any serious fertility stuff. I say that now. We'll see.

Any tests that she orders would at least [hopefully] mean that there would be a conclusion of some sort. And then, at least, we'd know. And then, at least, I could have a beer.

Jenn is posting here today as part of the Blog Exchange. This is one of her favourite posts, originally written August 1, 2005. By the end of September of that year, she was pregnant and the rest is now all history. Read about it, and check out Allison's favourite post, at Quarter Rest.

8 comments:

soccer mom in denial said...

It is so nice to know someone else fixated on a good drink while trying to get pregnant!

Alex Elliot said...

I enjoyed reading your post! I love a nice glass of wine myself.

chelle said...

Oh how I remember the days of trying and trying to no avail to get pregnant. Every time that nasty period would come (with all the full blown mood swings) I would buy some wine and drink. Then I would be all good wanna be pregnant girl for another 28 day cycle!

Jodi said...

great post! I so remember the trying to get pregnant. It's not as fun and you think it's going to be

tiffany said...

I have heard of the term pissing up a rope!

Terrified to go off the pill--not only because it would mean that I'd risk (or try) to get pregnant, but all of the garbage that I went on the pill in the first place would all come back---ohhh the ten day periods.

Best of luck for whatever you wish for--a beer or a baby!

Jennifer said...

You should have that beer now.

I have been married 9 yeas and now have my little girl who is almost 2. It took way longer than a year, but I think the key is just relax, loose a few pounds, and mostly don't think about it and it will surprise the hell out of you when it does happen.

So in the end, maybe the beer will help. Good Luck...

nutmeg said...

I'm toasting your final outcome with a Miller Lite as I write!

Damselfly said...

Oh, those medical tests of any kind are enough to drive you crazy. And then the doctors just want more tests...