Thanks for dropping by, despite the fact that I obviously missed the stay-classy memo in re: how to answer that "what do you usually blog about" question, such that while you all said things like "faith" and "hope" I said "peeing."
Sugar is shaking her head right along with you.
Our story so far:
We're just your typical lesbian couple trying to start a family. Totally ordinary. Only I have two vaginas. Vaginae, if you're a big nerd like me. And also two cervices. See? Dull, almost.
After what feels a million ultrasounds, MRIs, specula, and nasty tenacula on my poor little cervices, the doctors, nurses, ultrasound techs, receptionists, and zebra fish embryologists I've dropped trou for since first googling "double vagina"* have come to the conclusion that I am a freak among freaks -- despite the Doublemint twins that are my naughty bits, my good old ute is singular and otherwise normal. Plus, I found out I have a bonus ureter...
...and also endometriosis. So even though we've only tried one IUI, Dr. Baby Factory thinks we should be thinking seriously about IVF if I don't have a bun in the ol' oven after the next 2-5 tries. We've had our differences with Dr. Baby Factory, but he does strike me as a smart cookie.
We took a break in November (to get married! for real!) and December (to see our nutty families! for far too long!), but we're back in the saddle this month, which means I'm bitching about pee sticks. OPK negative today, thanks for asking -- but it's only CD 1,000,000.
*make sure safe search is ON.