Stuff We've Tried, or What Hasn't Frigging Worked

  • Now Adding Metformin to The Mix, and Possibly Very Soon IVF!
  • Now with more acupuncture
    With more needles. And this time with wretched, disgusting gag-inducing, home-brewed tea! Mmmmmm....
  • TCYF (or BBT)
    Enough with the GD initials! Turning my bedroom into a science lab complete with thermometer, clipboard and graph paper hasn't done the trick. And taking your temperature in your armpit is just weird, people.
  • Vile-Tasting Liquid of Mysterious Origin
    Upon the recommendation of my Mother, who consulted a Haitian psychic recently. This stuff might kill me. But then I wouldn't be so worried about getting pregnant, I guess I have that going for me.
  • Feng Shui
    Eventhough we did clear out everything from under the bed, STILL no BFP. And I totally thought that would work.
  • Clomid Again, This Time with IUI
  • Hypnosis
  • Meditation
    Including a class wherein the teacher asked us to 'decorate our womb' to make it more inviting to a baby. I called mine: Womb with a View. So far, no takers. Damn.
  • A Healer who uses Dowsing Rods
    Which is a whole post unto itself.
  • Chakra Balancing
  • Acupuncture
    That shit is painful, I don't care what anyone says.
  • Taking a Break
    Relax, reshmax.
  • Clomid, then Femara
  • OPKs
  • TTC the old fashioned way
    Good Lord, does THAT actually work for anyone?


One-Line Bio

When I started this blog I was a happily-married, unhappily-unpregnant woman just trying to make sense of this crazy world. And now I'm a harried full-time working Mommy to a little boy and a little girl.


Hi. Welcome to my blog. This is a long introduction, so by all means put your feet up and make yourself comfortable.

My name is Watson. I live in Northern California with my husband BeBop and our beloved Boston Terrier Bosco. (He’s the only one willing to reveal his full name at this point.) BeBop and I have been married for four years, and have been trying off and on to get pregnant for about three of them. If you were quick to do the math and subtract three from four you get the picture. A very tricky way to start your married life. But I was 35 and-a-half at the time and felt like getting started on the whole thing. I had no idea how trying trying could be.

The short version of that story is that after trying unsuccessfully for over a year, we saw a fertility specialist. I did three rounds of clomid and one month of Femara. That month, we had planned on doing an IUI. At the last minute, we discovered the meds were not working, and we had to cancel. So after much crying, feeling sorry for myself and all around carrying on, we decided to postpone the baby-making for a while.

That was about a year ago, and here we are: back in the saddle. Or the stirrups. So far, I’ve tried one cycle of clomid with IUI, which did not work. This month begins round two. I do feel like I’m in a better place now, but I’m not at all sure if any of this is going to work. I am hoping this blog helps me deal with and process whatever comes our way over the next few weeks? Months? Years? Oy.

During the worst of our IF struggles, I threw five baby showers for close friends and attended another six for fairly close friends. Yes. That was fun.

In other news, my parents are still together after more than 40 years of marriage despite the fact that they are two of the most incompatible people on the face of the earth. Seriously. If Dharma and Greg (from that late 1990s TV show) had kids -- that would be my sister and me.

This helpful synopsis from the ABC archives:

Tagline: She's got her head in the clouds. He's got his feet on the ground. Together, they're a match made in heaven.

(Note: This match made in heaven business did not occur in my house. Damn you primetime TV and your unrealistic expectations of domestic bliss!)

I grew up in Northern California, the nexus of all things new-agey, alternative and just plain weird. My Mom is totally into all things of this nature. My Dad is not. My sister and I are the psychotic offspring of such a partnership.

I work in the non profit sector and for the most part, love my chosen field. I also love TV (including really trashy reality TV), sleeping in late and cheese pizza. I am also, always, just one good haircut away from perfect happiness!

I have an acute fear of chairlifts at ski resorts which started when I was very young. I have self-diagnosed this condition as ‘chairliftaphobia’ and it stems from many unfortunate incidents of me falling from the chairlift soon after struggling to climb on. I vividly remember falling from the seat, landing face-first in the snow and realizing the true horror of having the entire lift shut down, so as not to leave ski track marks in my back as the other riders continued their death march towards the top of the mountain. No, instead they would stop the entire lift and the bored, impatient skiers would watch in amusement as they pried me from the freezing ground. I am deeply bitter about this and blame my parents. More on that later.

Oh. I also hate the word ‘moist’ so for the love of GOD people, please don’t say it in front of me. And just to cover all of my bases, I hate mushrooms and bleu cheese. So if you invite me over and serve me a plate of mushrooms caps with melted bleu cheese, I will throw the plate of food in your face because come on, that’s just RUDE.

I’m a Luddite when it comes to this new-fangled technology you more evolved humans call blogging. I am a complete neophyte. Hey! I’m like a baby blogger blogging about trying to have a baby.

That was then, this is now:

I'm still a blogger, only now I'm blogging about having TWO babies in late 2007. A boy named Jackson and a girl named Parker. They are the apples of my eye (eyes?) and sometimes the pains in my butt but I love them more than anything in the whole wide world. More than Tivo? Yep. Even more than cheese pizza? Yes. I know! Unbelievable.

I went from infertile blogger to pregnant blogger and now I guess I'm what they call a 'Mommy Blogger.' Could I say BLOG anymore? BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG.


at the moment? between doctors' appointments up the vageenie (literally), migraines, taking clomid, suffering through hot flashes, stirrups and catheters, and taking my bbt every morning at the crack of dawn, who has time for interests? please. updated interests: the care and feeding of two adorable (if i might say so myself) twins, born on november 28th, 2007 to a very grateful (and tired) mama.