Getting Broody

I am epically sure I’ve asked this question multiple times on not only this blog, but on others posts and even delved past Google’s second page of results on this. Gasp.

But seriously, why am I so broody right now?

Is it the natural way of ovulating that makes us yearn for impregnation? So much so, that we actively search for other people’s experiences of unlikely pregnancy, and even start Googling our own ‘symptoms’ hoping we could miraculously join them? Even with the steadfast mini-pill taken on time each day to appease the logical side of the brain.

Or is it just me?

Yes, maybe it is just me.

But if not, and like me, even though you’re using protection, have reasons not to get pregnant yet, have a partner who isn’t ready, don’t have your home set up yet, and haven’t even got your first pet together, yet still feel the need to be pregnant, like, RIGHT NOW, you’re not alone.

I thrive on everyone else’s blog posts on trying to conceive. Those taking the natural path, maybe tracking ovulation and taking supplements, awaiting Aunt Flow with fingers crossed. And those travelling a medical route with IUI, IVF and ICSI with definitive stages to their progress.

(And I adore these blogs so much for sharing their journeys.)

I can’t talk enough about how much I think this is not only helping me through ovulation (as funny as that sounds) but is also doing the opposite and fuelling my desire to just pee on that damn stick and hope.

I know I shouldn’t be pregnant. I take my pill every day.

But I still can’t shake the hope, the yearning, every single month before Aunt Flow calls, thinking it’s possible there’s been a mishap. A dud pill. A moment when I took it an hour later than I should have and somehow gave my body a chance to do the natural thing, the thing it desperately wants to do.

As an aspiring Embryologist I know my passion for eggs, fertilising them (teehee!) and helping women and men create their families is going to push me through the bad days, and the days I don’t want to go to work.

Look at my passion now – focusing way too much on my own little world of eggs, babies and the making thereof.

I am 26 years old and my partner is 33. I want to get off my pill as soon as possible, I ‘rattle’ each morning (a phrase coined by J because I keep them in a little pill box) because he’s not ready and we don’t own our home. This is how it must be.

So, how can we stop being so broody?

Get some more cats/dogs/horses/geckos (delete where appropriate)?

I’m not sure yet, I’ll let you know as soon as I figure it out. In the meantime, write those blog posts – please!

I’m desperate.

Published by Sharnie

Student biologist, aspiring embryologist, blogger and animal lover.

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