The last few weeks have really just been a series of distractions. I went and saw “The Hunger Games”, which wasn’t a *great* movie (shaky handy-cam crap, anyone?), but was a fairly decent representation of the book, so I enjoyed it.
I also shot a gun for the first time in my life. It was a really interesting experience, as I’d always just seen them as scary and unpredictable. You see people dying of accidental gun shot wounds all the time on tv and in the newspaper, but living in the south, it seems like everyone has a gun, including a lot of my D&D playin’, math rock lovin’, goofy-ass friends at work. They offered to take my husband and me out shooting, so even if a bit trepidatious at the suggestion, I went along.
And it was FUN.
I also discovered how breathtaking Kentucky can be. The beautiful open space is something I never really experienced growing up, and driving out to our friend’s 36+ acre family property was enough to make the nature nut in me well up with warm fuzzies and sighs, and made me realize that I would love to raise a family on a good amount of open, beautiful land.
We actually got to Huck Finn-in’ while there, and walked through the woods in their dried up creek bed, where they’d found a bunch of arrowheads and awesome fossilized coral. They also had this small rock quarry, and my friend, whose parents owned the place, said he’d actually hid his life savings as a kid out there (a mere $180 at the time, but a *treasure* to him!). How amazing would it be to have 36 acres to play on as a kid, complete with a creek, a rock quarry, and plenty of new trees/plants/animals to discover and explore?
I was very grateful for these distractions.
I’m horrible at waiting. Waiting until we can afford to buy a house, or waiting to see large numbers come off the scale when trying a new diet/exercise plan. Waiting for the cookies to come out of the oven, or, more to the point, waiting between the time where I’m supposed to have ovulated to the time when I can check to see if I’m preggo.
I want it NOW.
I found out a few weeks ago that my current MD didn’t think they could treat me anymore, which was both good and bad, in my estimation. But after I heard that, and got the date of my referral, my brain has been working on overdrive, trying to find things to keep myself distracted from the WAITING.
I’ve cooked a LOT. I’ve baked even more. I created my own brownie recipe from scratch (which, thank heavens, were delivered to the boys for taking us shooting … They were GOOD), as well as my own buttermilk biscuit recipe. I’ve cleaned my house, top to bottom, and taken the dogs out to the several acres of open field across from our apartment to play with the frisbee more times than I can count. I even picked up an additional shift at work to keep myself busy!
It’s still not enough.
My brain keeps pondering. Keeps wondering, “What are they going to say? Will they say you’re too fat to treat? Will they want to start some more crazy fertility drugs?! Will they want to immediately start trying something a bit more invasive, like in-vitro?”
Luckily, my new MD is both an OB/GYN, and a Reproductive Endocrinologist. I think I really should’ve been seeing an RE from the start, since that’s where the majority of my issues stem from. (Whacky progesterone, why you be so crazy?!)
I know that there are some questions I should definitely be asking such as, “Do you think a Paleo/Primal lifestyle would aid in regaining my fertility?”, or “Is there a magic weight loss solution for women with PCOS that *actually* works?”
I’m hoping he takes my blood, analyses it, isolates the issue, and helps me to fix it.
I hope I’m not irreparably broken.
And I’m just hopeful, in general, that during these times, I develop the patience of a saint, and learn to wait in peace.
What do you use as a distraction while you’re waiting?