No period. No pregnancy.
I haven’t had my period in over two months. Took two home pregnancy tests that came out negative. Went to Kaiser to make triply-sure. Definitely no kiddo on the way. I stopped taking the pill in October (after 20 years!), got my period 6 weeks later. Got another period 6 weeks later. And now, more than 2 months later, nothing. I guess that means, we’re totally screwed!
I’m a firm believer in God’s plan which means I’m not going to be one of those crazies who starts pumping herself with hormones. Granted, I’ve taken my share of drugs through the years—birth control, ambien, wellbutrin. And some, shall we say, non-prescribed stimulants. So I’m perfectly fine taking drugs orally. Ingest yes. Inject no.
The most exciting thing about potential progeny coming down the pike? We’ve got two bad ass names picked out. Dean, who is such a loud mouth, couldn’t shut up about them early on, but I’ve now sworn him to absolute secrecy. The boy name is a perfect melding of our two cultures. The girl name is a nod to Lizzie combined with a female naming convention that runs in both our families.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m completely open to adoption if the normal route doesn’t work.