I have not been very bloggy as of late. Work has kept me super busy, and I've just not been very motivated in the evenings to come up with any witty posts.
I am 7dpo, and have had some "symptoms". That is in quotes because, as many of you are well aware, the chances of them being actual symptoms are slim. On 5dpo I felt really nauseous, and my face broke out a bit. 6dpo I had some major heartburn and indigestion, not to mention I was INCREDIBLY irritable. I'd love for these to be real symptoms. Only time will tell, though.
I'm also temping again, so if anyone wants to stalk my chart, feel free! :)
I will be testing on 12dpo, which is this coming Wednesday. That's when Fossil Fran told me to test. And I am putting my faith and fertility in those old, wrinkly hands!
Yesterday when I got home from work, I was on a mission. I threw our blankets in the washer, unloaded the dishwasher, loaded it back up, washed all the "not safe for dishwasher" items by hand, chopped up veggies for chili and got it started on the stove. After that whirlwind of activity, I was ready to sit on the couch with some delicious V8 Fusion Light Strawberry Banana juice. I poured myself a tall glass over ice, and plopped down on the couch. Right after I sat down and started to take a drink, Kelsey jumped up on the couch. She knocked the glass (which WAS glass, actually!) into my face and my lip got pinched between my teeth and the glass, and then it spilled all on my crotch.
Well, I had pajama pants on that were kind of thin, so I immediately stripped them off and threw them in the hamper. While looking for a new pair, I notice that the inside of my thighs are all sticky from the juice. I lost it! I started sobbing and crawled into bed in the fetal position and just cried. Yes, I realize how crazy that sounds. But all I wanted to do was relax and drink my damn juice! Ok, I really sound like a toddler now.
I had my very first acupuncture appointment on Wednesday. When I called to make the appointment, I told the acupuncturist that I struggle with infertility. She mentioned that she treats lots of ladies who have IF. She also recommended a detoxifying foot bath. Fine, ok. I'll do the foot bath too. Whatever.
So I go to the office on Wednesday. It was...weird. Just weird. The foot bath thing consisted of a tub full of hot water that I placed my feet in. Connected to the tub and in the water there was this electronic ionization device. It was connected to a box that had all kinds of buttons and controls on it. After my feet were in the water, she dumped in some powder and told me to keep my feet still.
Apparently it pulls out toxins in your body via your feet. Ok, weird. The water turned all brown and reddish and gross looking. The girl beside me, her water was greenish black. Apparently the color tells you where in your body the toxins are coming from. Mine came from my liver and kidneys and my female prostrate. Awesome. It was $40.
Finally I get called back for the actual thing I went there for. We go back into the room, and we sit down. The acupuncturist asks me some questions, such as how long I've been TTC, and where I am in my current cycle. I request that she does something to help with implantation, as I was 5dpo that day. So, she sticks four needles in my bells, one each on my feet, one in between my eyebrows, another on the top of my head and one each on my ears.
She then said that after reviewing the paperwork I filled out, she would recommend me taking a probiotic (acidophilus). "Ok," I say. Then she leaves me for 30 minutes.
When I'm all done, I go out to make my next appointment and to pay. She had set out some acidophilus for me. The tell me the cost, and I seriously almost shat myself. $155. Not including tip. W.T.F.
I knew that the initial acupuncture appointment is $85, and that the foot bath thing was $30. The freaking acidophilus was $40!!!!!! I was too embarrassed to complain, so I just paid and left. I gave her a $20 tip, which who knows if that is even acceptable. She didn't do the foot bath, the assistant did. I'm not tipping her for the damn pills, that's for sure! Ugh.
I left there feeling like I had just been completely swindled. But... with that being said, I think I will keep my appointment for next week. It will only be $60, and I will not be doing the foot bath again (which I feel was a crock, anyway).