Just for fun. Of course some of us have gone to the very extreme (second mortgaging our homes, painful surgery, etc.)I got to thinking about some of the funniest things I have done and how much I made my friend laugh when I told her...
1. Stood on my head after sex while DH is thinking I have lost my mind.......
2. Sent away for fertility goddesses on ebay....
3. Actually planned a trip to Southern CA to touch the Ripley's Believe it or not fertility statues and then practically had a breakdown when I ended up having to work.........
4.Used real egg whites without DH knowing because I knew it would freak him out (also drive 85 miles to get "free range" eggs so I reduced my chances of getting salmonella).......
5. Became obsessed with fertility feng shui and spent a small fortune on Chinese items and semi-remodeling the house......
6. Researched and used just about every herb imaginable, including "dong quai" and that name cracks me up still........
7. Had prayer and meditation sessions over my opk's and hpt's, and even my thermometer!
8. Massaged my pregnant friends belly, hoping the pregnancy vibes would rub off on me....
I could go on and on........
Some things from the other ladies
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Silliest and craziest things we've done when ttc........
Here are some things I have done that I can think of:
1. Refusing to buy sanitary products until it is absolutely necessary. Bad luck??? Hopefully, I won't need them for 9 months!
2. Drawing slips of paper from a bag to see how many times 1 in 20 will hit (as I have read my chance of pg is (at the worst, mind you). Like a lottery! This is paranoia, I know.
3. Yelling at dh to "hurry it up" during bd when we were using Preseed. Instructions say to have intercourse within 15 min. after insertion. Me barking orders like that really "kills the moment".
4. I've become an expert at Beta numbers, and have developed my own chart of average Betas from the IVF board (where you really know how many dpo you are).
BTW, it's not supposed to be good to stand on your head after sex, because then the semen pools around the uterus. Just elevate your hips slightly.
I laughed at your revelations (with you, not at you.) Thanks for the idea! In Response To:
Silliest and craziest things we've done when ttc........
1. No matter how long you have waited to check, no -- HPT is 100%. I dug MANY HPTs out of the trash later for "just another look". My first HPT (at 10 dpo) with Matthew was negative, but showed a slight + an hour later when I took that second look.
2. I'm a hip raiser, too. The night Matthew was conceived, I kept my hips elevated until my legs almost went numb.
3. I was an herb-taker too. I swore by Vitex, and I used EPO but only for a few days at a time. Momma Kath used to laugh at me because I once told her that after two days of EPO, I had TONS of EWCM and I had mucous coming out of every oriface of my body!
4. COSMO!!!! I was of the belief that "great BD" could do the trick. Cosmo always seemed to have an article on the Kama Sutra or other exotic ideas. Changes of place and trying new things worked for me. But even in the months I faced that -- HPT, at least they kept the dancing from being mechanical and stressful.
It's nice to know that everyone has her own little superstitions and "lucky tricks". I think that TTCing long enough without them would drive anyone crazy. To this day I don't know if any of these things really helped me, but at the time I sure thought they did. And the psychological factor can't be overlooked. But, no matter what "tools" you choose to help you through, try to stay focused on the love you want to share that brought you into this journey. Remember, you and your DH entered this together, and finding ways together to stay strong and loving is the only way to reach your goal--no matter what path to prenthood you end up following. May God Bless you all and bring you and your babies (whether you share DNA or not) together.
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Silliest and craziest things we've done when ttc........
1) have an african fertility goddess pendant that I wore for all my fertility treatments
2) lay with my legs up against the wall more than once (now I only use a pillow)
3) "talked" to DH's boys to meet my girl
4) I even got my mom in Canada obsessed, every year she goes to various religious sanctuaries and prays for us
5) didn't buy new clothes for the longest time, cause I would need maternity clothes (now I just need bigger clothes cause I gained weight from all the depression!)
the list goes on and on and on
I never took herbal products because DP is a chemist and he wanted a tried-and-true scientific protocol with the herbs but we were never able to find on. Never used egg whites either because of a long history of yeast infections.
The things we do....
Some ladies on the other boards mentioned interesing things too, like witchcraft, for instance. I just thought it was interesting.
One thing I did end up doing for the fertility feng shui exercise was to purchase a pair of booties, and place them in the west area of the bedroom, this of course after I had moved the bed and half the furniture according tot he proper feng shui protocol. At this time I had only one insemination under my belt, and was still feeling quite fertile. Although I recall it was a strange feeling going into the baby department to get the booties.
I had up until this point, avoided the baby section of all stores, because as any infertile worth her salt knows, it can bring on fits of depression worthy of a suicide attempt, if enough vodka is applied. All the cute little dresses, the bottles, the pinks and the blues. But I was desperate for the booties, because I was convinced it would work. One thing I was not prepared for, although of course it makes perfect sense:
There were CHILDREN in the baby and children’s section. There were also PREGNANT women.
I was totally unprepared for this. It really threw me. It was a little difficult. Being around children and expectant mothers is hard for someone who wants a child so badly. That was the beginning of the feeling of real despair.
But I got the booties. I placed them in the west window of the bedroom, as instructed. And proceeded to time sex, inject myself, and spend a small fortune on inseminations. All for naught.
After the eviction of JO, I kept the booties with me. I explored embryo adoption, traditional adoption, and the thought of childfree living. I kept them through my decision to use donor eggs and sperm, through the ten thousand dollars I borrowed, through the procedure and success milestones.
They now proudly hang from my rear view mirror, a testament to my struggle. And there they will stay until they are on the feet of my children. Thanks for reading. | 
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