Moving overseas with four pets is HARD!
Of course, not AS hard as it would have been with children as some people have been kind enough to remind me…
I hate those people.
Yes, I have been in the middle of an overseas move to Germany. I have had virtually no time to write which has taken a real toll on my anxiety. We are here now though! We move into our new house next week, and our things should start arriving shortly after that.
Not having a real home or our belonging has been tough. Driving through Winter Storm Jonas (started in Florida, ended in Maryland) to catch our flight was tough. Flying with four animals and dealing with delays was tough. However, none of those things were as tough or as frustrating as the delay in my fertility treatment, caused by this move.
My last shot at treatment was at the beginning of January. I had planned to do my first IUI the first week of January, but my body had other plans. Not only was I not able to do my IUI, but I couldn’t even do a medicated cycle with timed-intercourse due to a large cyst found on my ovary during my baseline exam.
I thought I had gotten lucky this month despite not having medical assistance and being under heavy stress. I started spotting a week before AF was due to arrive. My hope gave way when that spotting turned into a full blown period.
So now what? I wait. Again.
Waiting is hard enough when you know you are doing everything in your power to conceive. It is even harder when you are at a complete standstill.
I now have to wait for an appointment with my provider, wait for them to get me a referral to an RE, and the wait for said RE to have an appointment available. I am basically starting completely over, hopefully sans diagnostic tests (please don’t make me do another HSG).
In the meantime, I am focusing on the few things within my control. Our lifestyle has taken a bit of a downward spiral since we have basically been living on the road since mid-November and dealing with a lot of stress. Our eating habits have fallen by the wayside, and I am sad to admit that with no other real outlet for my anxiety, I have picked up smoking again.
Now is the time for salads, nicotine patches, and waiting. Wish me luck!