The bleeding is down to light spotting again. Thank goodness. I hope I’ve passed through the worst of it. My period should be due next Friday or Saturday if I’m not pregnant from that one night of unprotected sex and my body maintains the same 29-30 day cycle that it’s been on for the past two months. While I don’t think I’m pregnant (I don’t feel like I’m having any symptoms whatsoever), I won’t at all be surprised if my post-Mirena-body makes my cycle move forward or back a few days (or even weeks) before it stabilizes.
There is still some mild cramping.
I’m trying to teach myself how to check for Cervical Mucus (CM) and Cervical Position (CP). Shettles (see below) says that CM is the most accurate indicator of ovulation.
I picked up Landrum Shettles’ How to Choose the Sex of Your Baby at the local library today, and browsed it. I last read it years ago during my first attempt at a master’s. I won’t seriously work on it though until I’m done with Mother Goose, Mother Jones, Mommie Dearest.
Also, I bought a top at New York & Co. today:
I love their clothes. They’re one of the few chain stores that carry affordable clothes for tall women and I shop there often. I spent about $150 there on Black Friday and they basically gave me $20 to spend there the following week as a reward, so that top didn’t cost me a dime.
Well, gotta get the rent ready for my cranky landlady for tomorrow and get in bed tonight. I have the annual Women’s Christmas Brunch at my church tomorrow morning at 9:30 AM. I’m making a crab quiche for it.
Categories: Mirena, Personal
I am feeling significantly better this evening. Read my Bible, read the Bible to DD, energetically read a bedtime story with her (Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss. She said, “Mommy, we need to get more Dr. Seuss books,” and I agreed.), did a full bedtime routine with DD (pajamas, story, brush teeth, prayer, goodnight kiss), cleaned up the house a little bit, laid out my exercise clothes for tomorrow, and laid out my notes and books for a paper that I’m writing out in the dining room so that I won’t have to wake up DH tomorrow to get up and work on it. Set my alarm for 6:30 tomorrow morning with the basal thermometer by my bed ready to go. Last night I could barely move and pretty much just fell asleep until my husband came home to a still-awake daughter and a wife who woke up angry at him for getting the wrong brand of tampons, so this is a significant improvement.
The bleeding is at about a medium flow now. I think I will try sleeping with just an ultra-size tampon in and take my chances.
Categories: Mirena, Personal
I bought a BBT yesterday, and today was the first time I took my temperature. I’ve decided to take the temperature vaginally because I have a slight overbite and sleep with my mouth open, which I’ve heard can throw off your temperature. The downside is that I went to bed early last night and woke up this morning at 3:30 AM, which is way earlier than I usually wake up, but I decided to take the temperature anyways. I then went back to sleep until 6:20 AM, took my temperature again, got a different reading. Decided to enter the first reading into FertilityFriend, even though I will normally wake up closer to 6:30-7:00 AM.
The bleeding has been much slower today. DH has been surprisingly supportive throughout my post-Mirena hormonal craziness, forgiving me for my irritability. For the first time in the course of our 9-year marriage, I made him go to the store and buy me tampons, and when he got the wrong brand and kind, I threw a fit and sent him back in a rage. I was apologizing severely by the end of the night, and he was cool about it. So good for him. I’m hoping this means he’s ready to be more supportive about this pregnancy.
Well, this sucks. The cramps are back, the brown spotting has picked up into bright red bleeding today and almost looks like a period. Which would be weird, since my last period was on November 8th, but I guess anything can happen post-Mirena until things stabilize.
Categories: Mirena, Personal
I had an entry published to “My OB said WHAT?!?” yesterday (here). I commented twice on the entry using the “pink my link” feature, but it looks like my comments went to spam, and so far I haven’t been able to get the Web site owners to rescue them. Sad. UPDATE: They eventually rescued my comments form spam. So, yay.
I signed up for an account with FertilityFriend yesterday and I am going to buy a thermometer today and begin trying to track my fertility using BBT and CM observations, although I suspect things are going to be a bit wonky until my body gets used to not having the Mirena. Speaking of which, the cramps are gone but I still feel bloated and very “blah.”
I got my Mirena removed today. The removal was smooth enough, but so far it’s been cramp-tastic.
So, here’s the deal: I have a bit of a crush on my doctor. He’s close to my age and on the second year of his residency. He looks kind like a cross between David Anders, who played Julian Sark on Alias:
And Shawn Pyfrom, who played Andrew Van de Kamp on Desperate Housewives:
It’s not one of those “I want an affair” crushes. I totally adore my husband and he knows that I think the doc is cute. I just enjoy seeing him (in more ways than one). He’s also very friendly and seems to really care about his patients. I don’t normally see male doctors; I kind of wound up going to this one by accident. But he won me over by acting like he gave a damn, so I stuck with him.
Anyways, today was the first time for any kind of a pelvic or breast exam, and hence the first time I would be getting naked for Dr. Sark. So I was a little nervous about it, although these exams don’t usually make me nervous.
I just finished watching Alias season 5. I began watching the show in undergrad, and kept up with it through season 4, but I think I decided to pass on season 5 because I thought watching a pregnant spy would be lame. Now I think it is awesome.
Admittedly, I am annoyed at how women in television and film always seem to have ridiculously short labors. I mean, they start having contractions and 10 minutes later, they’re pushing out a baby. But I guess I should be grateful that the show didn’t have Sydney Bristow die in childbirth (I’m looking at YOU, The Walking Dead! And Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith! And pretty much every other film/television childbirth ever.)
Anyways, I enjoyed the season. It felt a little rushed at the end, but overall it was a decent way of wrapping up a very good spy show.
I had unprotected sex tonight. If I’m getting my Mirena out on Monday, I think this means there is some small, technical chance that I could conceive this cycle.
Guess we’ll wait and see.
Categories: Mirena, Personal
A long and exhausting, but satisfying, Thanksgiving day today. Dinner (which was mostly my cooking) went well, but my daughter was sick and stayed in bed all day and vomited once, which is never fun. I got to exchange birth stories with my mother-in-law, and that was actually kind of nice.
Hypnobirthing by Marie F. Mongan (2005) — I picked up Hypnobirthing because, of the major methods of dealing with pain in natural childbirth (Bradley, Lamaze, etc.), hypnosis sounded most attractive to me. I do believe that relaxation, visualization, and self-hypnosis can reduce pain, and I know all too well that psychological factors can cause muscles to tense up and trigger pain. That said, there were so many things I did not like about Hypnobirthing:
- The history chapter is almost entirely made up. To suggest that pain in childbirth is some kind of Western construct that was invented by early Christians is pure rubbish, and the idea of pain in childbirth as a Western construct has a rather alarming history steeped in racism.
- Mongan doesn’t document anything at all. Okay, she cites a study here or there. I think the entire book contained less citations than I could count on one hand. Not nearly enough for the extent of the claims she is making.
- In some places, Mongan is just plain ignorant of human anatomy. For example, she repeatedly calls the vagina a “sphincter” or refers to “the sphincters of the vagina.” But the vagina isn’t a sphincter.
- The book trumpets that this method can entirely relieve the pain of childbirth. Somehow I find this really, really hard to swallow. I certainly believe the techniques can reduce pain, but eliminate it? I haven’t researched this extensively, but the Wikipedia page on hypnosis in childbirth reports that there have been several studies which found no sufficient evidence that the method is effective at relieving pain.
- Hypnobirthing terminology is weird. I agree that language matters in cultivating a positive attitude, but I think Mongan renames way too much stuff. I was most alarmed when she suggested that “pain” should be renamed “pressure.” If this method is supposed to eliminate pain altogether, then why is there a need to rename pain? Now, when I read testimonials from Hypnobirthers and they talk about “pressure,” I’ll just be wondering if they really meant pain.
- The book is written in a rather saccharine tone that I just can’t stand. It’s like listening to a crazy great-aunt explain childbirth with stars in her eyes, and even though you know that half of what she says is nonsense, you just smile and nod because you’re trying to be polite.
- This is a technical point, but Mongan’s use of gender-inclusive language is very inconsistent. Most of the time, hypothetical unborn babies are referred to as male. Since this book was last updated in 2005, there’s really little excuse for this. I believe that Mongan has probably made enough money off of the Hypnobirthing empire to hire a competent editor and fix this.
The entire book wasn’t bad. The material on nutrition, exercise, breastfeeding, and positions in labor seems solid enough, and I do believe that the hypnosis techniques can reduce pain in labor. I may still use it, although I almost certainly won’t pay more money for a Hypnobirthing class. Since I already plan to hire a doula, at best, I’ll hire a doula who knows something about Hypnobirthing and let her help me with the visualization and self-hypnosis. 2.5/5 stars.