Because I am a lawyer, today’s blog entry, which is mostly a list of random thoughts, will have headings. You’re welcome.
Fallopian Tubes and Lazy Eggs
Today is the second day past ovulation and insemination. This is the day where I start to get annoyed at how long it takes the egg to bounce its way down the fallopian tube and implant. The sperm can make their way up there in a matter of seconds, but the blastocyst that is hopefully making its slow, meandering way down the tube takes days. Annoying, right?
But, I will say, this annoyance is partially a result of the cartoon images of the female reproductive system that I saw in fifth grade, which depict the fallopian tube as being about a quarter of an inch long and perfectly straight and wide. Today I remembered that when I had the HSG test, I saw my actual fallopian tubes. Not straight. Not short. Not wide. Instead, they are skinny, long, meandering tubes. I actually tried to put a picture of my fallopian tubes on here to enlighten everyone, but due to my limited computer skills, I am unable to pull my protected health information off the CD-rom they gave me at the hospital and post it on the internet. Probably for the best, I guess!
So, you will have to take my word for it. Those sperm are so small, and mobile, compared to a drifting little blastocyst that is just sort of floating along, and the fallopian tubes are extremely (relatively, you know, considering how small the blastocyst is) long and winding.
Another interesting thing I learned from the HSG test is how small the uterus is. It’s like the size of a walnut or something. The metal speculum shows up on the x-rays, and it looks gigantic compared to the uterus. For some reason I always pictured the uterus taking up the better part of my abdomen, but I guess that would be a little ridiculous, considering how little use it gets. And also! How amazing that it can grow and stretch enough to accommodate a whole human. Now, this is getting a little too “miracle of life” for me, so I will move on to another fascinating topic:
Basal Body Temperature and Mean Guy
Yesterday, I had a humungous basal body temperature up-tick. My temperature has consistently been between 96.9 and 97.1 degrees for the entire first half of my cycle. Then, yesterday, it shot was up to 97.7, just like that. In case you are new to temperature charting, the follicle that releases the egg begins producing progesterone after ovulation, which causes your temperature to rise. So the day that the temperature rises is the first day after you ovulated. Thus, a temperature rise on day 18 means that I ovulated the day before, on day 17. Although you technically need three days of sustained increased temperatures to confirm ovulation, this seemed like pretty good evidence to me. Now, I have no idea why Mean Guy measured that follicle at 17mm. Maybe he wasn’t careful enough, because he was rushing. Maybe he didn’t notice that it was actually already collapsing from having just ovulated. Maybe he just sucks, whatever. But the important lesson I took away from this is that actually, I do know my body. The eight months of charting and watching how my body looks and reacts around the time of ovulation taught me something. I am the expert on my own fertility, not some guy who barely looked at my chart, even if he does happen to be a doctor.
I took my temperature again this morning, and it was off-the-charts high. Maybe this is because I am sick (which I am – I have a horrible head cold) or maybe it’s because I was up every hour last night because of a combination of a stuffy head and an annoying cat. I am sure it wasn’t the half bottle of wine I drank last night at my early Valentine’s Day dinner with my wife. Anyhow, it was up well over 98 degrees at 6 am, but by 8 am, it was down to 97.8, which is the temp I actually ended up recording for my chart.
More on Charting
Also: My friend Emily told me to use Fertility Friend to record my BBT and other chart items, rather than the app that I had been using and only sort of liked. Fertility Friend is like crack. Do not click on that Fertility Friend link unless you are prepared to devote about 10 hours a day to poring over all the information they have and obsessively staring at your own chart. They also suck you in with this one month VIP membership trial thingy. The VIP membership, which normally costs about $10 a month, is about the best thing I have ever seen. They take your chart and statistically compare it to other people who got pregnant to tell you whether it’s likely that you are pregnant before your period is due. They give you little information tidbits. They draw lines and stuff all over your chart to show you it’s bi-phasic nature and other technical sounding things. I LOVE IT. I also love that they use a grainier version of Courier font on your chart to make it look like it was created circa 1996.
Which brings me to my final thought for the day. The other night at dinner, I was upstairs working while my family at chicken and couscous. My wife asked the kids if they could go back in time to any time period at all, what they would choose. And BT said that she wanted to go back to 1985-1996. Because “I could be an 80s chick, and then I could be like YO.” Now, 1985-1996 were good years, in terms of fashion and otherwise, but I can’t believe that is her choice, because those are the years that I was my kids’ ages, and I am so glad to not be in middle school anymore that I can barely stand it. BC wanted to go back to the big bang. MO never really answered, because she got distracted by thinking about how if there was a shrink-ray, and she was shrunk to the size of a hamster, she wouldn’t want to go on top of someone’s head, because scalps are disgusting. See what I miss by working? Kids are weird. I want another one.
Only 10 days to go…