So, what does it mean to be in a definitive phase in your life where you are no longer TTC?
And as long as you're getting a period every month, is it even possible to live without the vestiges of fertility on the brain??? I mean, are there women out there who have given up on ever conceiving, who are having sex while their ovaries are blaring (as some ovaries do), who are not thinking "I could totally get knocked up by this?"
I've written plenty about how none of this can exactly shut off with a switch. Nearly four years of trying to make a baby will necessarily affect the way you live your life... though in some aspects, perhaps, for the better.
Like, I was telling my acupuncturist this morning that I really have no intention of eliminating my crazy supplement regimen. If the (pseudo?)-science is true, then being diligent about taking my high dose methylfolate is a good way for a MTHFR mutant to live. Similarly, who couldn't use more vitamins, particularly more D, fish oil and Co-Q-10?
Next month will be exactly one year since my last pregnancy ended. My year of kind-of-sort-of-trying-but-not-having-my-heart-fully-in-it-because-I-don't-want-to-be-heartbroken-again is coming to an end. I just survived another birthday.
Some of the difficulty this past year had come from trying to temper the Viking's expectations. He hasn't given up, I can tell. "I think I'm actually infertile now," I've been telling him the past few months. I wonder when it will really sink in for him.