Believe it or not, I’m going to say it again… I don’t want to talk about it.
I thought I would… but I can’t.
On Monday afternoon, my Glugs and I went to see a fertility specialist. I blogged about it, but I didn’t say much apart from that we were going to see him.
I think you all know that Glugs and I have been trying to have a baby for a year now, with homeopathic and herbal supplements and such- but with no “real” medical intervention. We went to see the specialist to find out if the supplements have made any difference at all, and to make 100% sure that there’s nothing physically wrong with my “parts”. From tests done a few years ago, we know my Glugs has a low count- but there’s nothing wrong with his swimmers. That said- my darling Glugs is much happier with the whole Vitalab set up. He says its much more professional than the docs he saw before, and Dr Gobetz is really cool and very approachable. I was so hoping he’d do an ultrasound and discover that this month we’d actually been successful- and that our appointment would turn into an exceptionally expensive pregnancy test… but no such luck.
So we now have several steps to be followed, and it’s a lengthy process with lots of tests… and quite a schedule to try and keep to, and quite a while until that’s all finished. We’re going to have to use some of our leave to fit in all the appointments… which means asking my boss for time off…
Then we’ll decide where to from there.
But I don’t want to talk about it.
I really- REALLY- appreciate some of you phoning and tweeting me to hear how it went, but I won’t be talking about it. I won’t be updating you on what the results are or how far the process is. If there is something drastically wrong with either one of us, then you’ll prolly hear about it… but I think you can go on the assumption that no news is good news.
As when we decided to tell you guys that we are trying to get pregnant- I am asking you again not to ask me about it.
I know its like an oxy-moron to tell you we’re trying, and then not want to talk about it… or to tell you we’re seeing someone and then not to talk about it… but I want you to at least know what’s going on. I told you initially because I didn’t want you to think we’d fallen pregnant accidentally (it was me who had an issue with this, not Glugs…)
Right now it really is kak enough for me to hear and read about my friends’ pregnancies (and I seem to have a never ending supply of preggy friends…) and I have already kinda become the woman that no one wants to say anything to for fear of upsetting her.
And I hate that.
So forgive me if I seem snappish and rude if you ask me how it’s going…