twoweevils | Daddy don't you worry none, 'cause Mama's got The Pill (Reply)

My period finally showed up -- three days late -- nixing my vain hope that the third time was, in fact, the charm. When I went for my ultrasound/bloodwork extravaganza on Sunday, they found that I still have ovarian cysts.

This is actually kind of good news. It tells me that the ovary-stimulating drugs they gave me last time worked very well which, in turn, means that my ovaries are not all that old and shrivelled up. Just that little boost sent them into overdrive. But we want the next round of medication to stimulate the growth of eggs, not cysts. So a month of birth control pills will suppress ovulation and should get rid of the cysts. We'll start with a clean slate somewhere around the third week of August.

Between that, the double insemination, and the post-insemination progesterone suppositories, I think we might just nail it next time. Besides, did you know that a healthy young heterosexual couple with well-timed intercourse has only a one-in-four chance of conceiving? These are the things they don't tell you in sex ed. class. And with the ovarian stimulation, scientifically-timed insemination, plus the finest, healthiest sperm in the land, we're light years ahead of your average wannabe parents.

I was a little depressed when I first found out that I still had cysts. I thought maybe my body was telling me that enough was enough. I've been feeling a little down about the whole thing ever since I told my mother about our plans. She was less than enthusiastic. She thinks I'm nuts -- which isn't new because she's been saying that my whole life. She thinks this will ruin my life and told me she hopes it doesn't work. Nice. And pretty much what I expected she'd say. That's one of the reasons I wasn't going to say anything to her until I was actually pregnant.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that would be a lousy thing to do. It would seem like I didn't want to tell her ahead of time for fear that she'd talk me out of it. It would be horrible for her to know I'd been engaged in this process for months without trusting her enough to tell her. And it will also give her more time to get used to the idea and figure out how she's going to tell her friends and relatives that her 41-year-old daughter is having a baby with her "friend" K. and an anonymous sperm donor.

Good luck with that one, Mother dear. Happily, my sister has been very supportive and she'll bring the Mother around eventually. Just sucks to have someone say to your face that they're actively hoping you won't succeed at something. Never mind. She will come around and everything will be fine and mellow. Dammit.

M.