Sunday, September 27, 2009

Doctor Search

I need to find a Doctor.
We've come to a point where we don't know what to do next. We got my huband's seman analysis done, but the results were like this "Everything looks normal, except for one thing that may or may not be abnormal, but it's probably fine, but we're just nurses so we don't really know how to interprupt these things." !!!Like that's helpful!!!
If you've read my first post, I talk about how rude the doctor was when I went to consult with him (and by the way, I did get a bill, on top of the co-pay, for the 10 minutes he spent with me). We've decided that since trying to conceive a child is pretty much the most important and life changing decision we'll ever make, we don't want to share that part of our life with a doctor that is condescending.
So the search has begun. I need a doctor that is obviously knowledgable in infertility issues, one who won't make us feel worse about our situation, will clearly explain procedures and results, and will give us options so we can still make our own best informed decisions. That doesn't seem like too much to ask does it?

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Oh the woes of the flat chested woman

My husband and I overheard a conversation between two women yesterday. One was complaining that she had to buy a water bra in order to fit into her wedding dress. They proceeded to talk about the best bras that give the best padding.
My husband and I thought it was pretty humorous. Being an A woman myself, I could certainly empathize with the water bra bride. But the topic itself made me mad. Why do we have to buy bras that make our breasts bigger in order to fit well into a dress or a shirt? And don't even get me started on swim suits, I can never find one that doesn't bother me somehow. Why can't they just make clothes that fit us with flatter chests? Why do we even have to care about creating the illusion of large breasts? Small breasts still work just fine. They are capable of doing all that they're meant for, women with small breasts can still produce milk and feed their babies. In fact I think we should be proud of our small breasts, I think we should be grateful we don't have to lug around big heavy chunks of fat that flop around on our chests and get in the way. Women with small breasts don't have to worry about sagging down to the belly button when we get older. One sports bra alone is sufficient to strap those puppies down. And if by chance we don't want to wear a bra one day, it's not as obvious, nor as crude looking (because let's face it, no one really wants to see that!)
But because of our world's insanely unreachable standards, not only does the small breasted woman have to walk around with the complex that she's not beautiful due to the flatness of her chest, she can't even find clothes that fit her properly.
Oh the woes...

Friday, September 4, 2009

Progress

It's been a good week. I didn't cry at all. I never even had to tell myself not to cry. I've been happy every day. I pray for courage and strength. Seems as though my petition has been granted. I'm grateful for that. It makes life much more manageable when I can be content with everything that I am able to control rather than focusing so much on the things that I cannot.
I have faith that good things will happen, all in good time.
I need to have faith.