I note, to my immense amusement, that over one hundred people have come by in the past couple of days, seen the posts about a) my ovary and b) my sex-life, and said nothing at all.
Hi! See my tag-line above? The ‘Too much information will certainly be shared’ one? Hah hah.
Anyway, I merely wanted to add that Dr Google and I had a consult, and then went to speak to Professor Google, Specialist Consultant Google, and Alternative Gibberish Google, and there appears to be no good medical reason at all to avoid trying to get pregnant straight after an early miscarriage. Unless you’ve had a particularly vicious D&C and have been left with no lining to speak of, whereapon it might take you a couple of goes to grow another one. No, the main reason they don’t want you TTC-ing at once is, apparantly, a) so you can take a month to ‘finish grieving’ and therefore not have a full-blown nervous break-down during the first trimester, and b) so they can accurately date your pregnancy from the date of your last period. To which I say a) finish? I was supposed to finish this already? But I’ve got enough left here to keep me going until the London Olympics, and b) how amazingly thick does a doctor or midwife have to be to assume the date of the last menstrual period means jack for a good 20% of the women they are going to see? No, wait, flash-backs to the Early Pregnancy Unit From Hell, don’t answer that.
So, seeing as I don’t really have any reasons to worry or beat myself up, my BBT was very low again this morning. Of course it was. I’m not allowed to ovulate if I’m going to be relaxed about it. There’s a clause somewhere in Satsuma’s contract, apparantly. I’ll give it a couple more days to make sure the Dotted Red Lines of Maybe have vanished from my chart, and then I’ll take the provera.
For God’s sake.