I decided to start charting again which within one month brought us Ethan. I had charted sporadically since the summer just to see if everything was back to normal. It wasn't. I had always had a predictable 28 day cycle, but I noticed that things were going longer than normal around 30+ days. I figured this wasn't too big of a deal. Lots of people have longer cycles with no issues.
So we tried again in October with the charting method and I just knew I would be pregnant. In the back of my mind I had a twinge of doubt. Something felt off. I took a pregnancy test right before heading to Knoxville for my friends birthday on day 28 and saw a very faint plus sign. I was pregnant. It didn't seem right though, I was having a bad feeling about the whole ordeal. Five days passed and then I started my period.
I immediately started doing some research and figured out I had a short luteal phase. In fact I had been having a short luteal phase since that summer. A luteal phase is the time between when ovulation occurs and when you start your period. You are suppose to have at least 10-12 days of a luteal phase in order to keep a pregnancy. Mine had been about 8 days long the past few months. According to my book this indicated I had low progesterone. I figured this was easily solvable and decided to call my doctor. The next month would not be a wasted month. Time was ticking.
The receptionist proved to be less than helpful. I asked for a nurse but was the receptionist asked I explain the situation to her. I get it they don't want to waste the nurses time. I explained that I had a positive pregnancy test, then I started my period and I wanted to speak to someone about options on how to prevent this from happening next time. The answer I got was "Nothing. We can't stop your period." Awesome. Thanks for your help there. I proceeded to tell her I knew this but wanted to know more information about what was going on and she told me I could come in for a blood test. Great. A solution.
I called back a couple of days later to ask for the blood test results and the nurse simply said "You aren't pregnant but you can try again this month." I had already gathered this from the fact that I had started my period obviously so I refused to let this be the end of the conversation. I told her I had been charting and about my short luteal phases and my concern of low progesterone after which she suggested I come back in again around day 21 of this last cycle for another blood draw to test the progesterone levels. I was happy. This was it. My solution. (At this point I feel like I should also tell you that I love my doctor and am hoping that a lot of my issues stated above were simple miscommunications...everyone has their days.)
I hopped on amazon immediately after that phone call and bought an ovulation predictor kit so I could doubly make sure that we would hit the correct days.
Everything went as planned this month. I got the smiley face on the OPK stick which also corresponded to my chart information. We definitely hit our peak days. I went back in for my progesterone test and everything came back normal, but when my temperatures spiked for the luteal phase I noticed they weren't very high, barely above the cover line. I remember clearly with Ethan that they spiked way up and continued to go way up. Damn. Something wasn't right again.
I took two pregnancy tests one on day 28 and one on day 30. One line was all I got. I kept hoping that maybe, possibly, things would be okay. But it wasn't meant to be. Officially this morning my body let me know that this has been another wasted month and that I am in fact not pregnant. I researched again this morning about my luteal phase and it looks like my low temps also indicate low progesterone.
I'm determined to make this month work. If we got pregnant this month we would have a September baby born one month before E would turn 2. Obviously my timeline and Gods timeline are not meshing. This does not sit well with me, but I am trying to come to terms with it. I am becoming a jealous woman as I see announcement after announcement of "Pregnant with number two!" and that's just not the sort of person I am.
I think I'm having a Veruca Salt moment.
I WANT A BABY AND I WANT IT NOW!
I'd love to hear from anyone with previous similar experiences!