Over the last few weeks and at the insistence of my Chinese Herbalist, I have desperately been trying to chart my basal temperature in the hope that I will be able to tell when I am ovulating. My efforts have been pretty pitiful. It seems that when I am on holidays my routine just flies out the window. Instead of getting up at 7am to take my temperature, I’ve been getting up at 8am or 9am or even 10am. Not a great effort when you are supposed to be taking your temperature at the same time every mornings. Even worse, some mornings I have just plain forgotten to do it.
I guess for me it doesn’t matter. I am resigned to the fact that IVF is really my only option of getting pregnant. The anti-bodies in my husbands sperm pretty much guarantee that. So given I am not undergoing any IVF cycle, it’s pretty hard for me to rationalize that I should be charting. Its also nice actually having a break and not charting a damn thing.
Of course my herbalist sees it differently. She wants to make sure that I am actually ovulating so she can treat what conditions I might have. Trouble is – I already know I ovulate – I know that it usually happens a bit later than normal. I am also pretty well versed in detecting when I am about to ovulate . Of course, my herbalist doesn’t see this so she would want to see a chart! Proof! Personally, I think she is going to have more luck in getting me to do this when I start back at work on Monday. I am also a bit embarrassed by it as I have been so lazy in recording the damn thing.
Even worse every time I see her I forget to bring her my chart so she can see how things are tracking. Somehow I don’t think she is going to appreciate looking at it when there are lots of gaps in it. I think she might just have to wait until next month for an accurate chart – at least it will coincide with when I am planning to have a couple of my embryos transferred and I know my motivation levels will be significantly higher. By this time, it will be two months since my last IVF failure. I am probably a bad client. I suppose that is the frustration of IVF. The more you do it, the more blase you become about certain aspects of it. You treat it seriously but not too seriously as more than likely, another failure could be just around the corner and this is not an easy thing to have to face.
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