I received the phone call this afternoon that our pregnancy test for Round 2 came back negative. All I could think was “Really?? Negative??” I mean, after a year of nothing but positives, whenever we were sure to try at the right times, it seemed weird to have a negative. I felt like a straight-A student who received their first F.
However, after thinking a little more on the whole “negative” thing, I figure maybe it’s not quite a bad thing. I mean, most NORMAL people do not get pregnant every single time they try. Maybe I am finally having a NORMAL experience. (Yeah, I’m trying not to laugh too hard as well.) Okay, let’s just say that maybe I’m headed back on the right track and now maybe it won’t happen until it’s ready to happen and until it’s “right”. Hey, a girl can dream, right? 
On another note, I found out something interesting about the Prometrium that they have me taking. In case I didn’t mention before, I start taking Prometrium twice a day starting 4 days after my Ovidrel shot. The Prometrium is basically extra progesterone hormone. Progesterone levels rise every month after ovulation, preparing the lining of the uterus for pregnancy. In a non-pregnant menstrual cycle, progesterone levels rise after ovulation and fall just before a woman gets her menstrual period. When pregnancy occurs, the progesterone level should remain elevated. The ovaries produce the majority of progesterone through most of the first trimester, but eventually the placenta takes over production of the hormone by about the tenth week of pregnancy. Because progesterone plays a role in maintaining the uterine lining, some researchers have theorized that having low progesterone before a miscarriage might actually play a role in causing the miscarriage. So, they have put me on Prometrium to ensure my progesterone levels remain high enough that they don’t potentially allow for a miscarriage to happen should my body not be able to maintain a high enough progesterone level.
Now, the Prometrium that I take comes in a nice little yellow capsule form – very similar looking to Butter Popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies. However, I do not take these capsules orally. Oh, no. I have to take them as a vaginal suppository. Twice a day. Yup, TWICE a day. Because I am one who tries to find humor in things in order to help myself get through it all, I was surprisingly able to find humor in this little lovely experience as well. Over Christmas, I was re-introduced to PEZ dispensers. I watched kids fill their PEZ dispensers. They loaded up the dispenser with candy from the bottom and then pulled back the head of the dispenser to release the candy. After watching this, I had to try not to laugh. I mean, after all, what have I been doing? Feeding small pills resembling candy into myself! I told Rob that I felt like a Butter Popcorn Jelly Belly PEZ dispenser and that if he pulled on my ponytail, a Prometrium capsule might pop out my mouth. Cause seriously now, they’re all lined up in there, they’ve got to start popping out at some point, right? And yes, Rob did pull my ponytail just to see if one would pop out my mouth. It didn’t. Apparently there aren’t quite enough lined up yet. 
This is the story behind the Human PEZ Dispenser that I mentioned in a previous post.
Okay, so what did I find out about the Prometrium during this phone call? The Prometrium is what I have to thank for giving me side effects that are the EXACT SAME as being pregnant. So, regardless of whether or not I’m indeed pregnant, I get to feel just like I am for about a week and a half each month. That’s fun, right?? Right?? RIGHT?!!?! Yeah, I don’t think so either.
So, enough of the sarcasm. Even though it has now officially been 1 year since we began trying to start a family, we only just finished our 2nd round with the fertility clinic. Our SECOND round. I try to remind myself that it is still pretty early and I’m pretty sure they’ve still got plenty of tricks up their sleeves. So, chin up! And as a very dear friend always says, “Eye on the prize! You’ll know when you’ve had enough and can’t keep going. Until then, eye on the prize!” For now, I’m still hangin’ tough. And no, I don’t mean like the New Kids On The Block song.
