Hi, I’m Geochick.

Welcome to my blog. What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy and spiritual awakening. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

Fair Warning...Probably TMI...

I hate the Pill.  Hate. It.  As I've mentioned before I did go back on the pill when we started the adoption because of a few reasons.  I didn't want to have to keep track of my cycle since I'm unexplained infertility with a plethora of kick-ass test results and I didn't want to be wondering "what if" the entire time.  I figured, might as well keep suppressing the endo (what little I had) and maybe it won't come back; and hey, having "fake" periods is awesome.

One teensy little problem...apparently the Pill (at least the one I'm on) makes me um...feel rather numb.  Poor S.  Ah, screw that, poor ME.  It sucks to feel like that knowing it's not normal.

So I stopped taking it after the end of my last cycle.  Trying to adopt S's stance that: If something happens, then great!, If not, well we aren't expecting it anyway".  (umm...still preventing going on, that's just how I have to operate)  My stance is:  If it happens it means we didn't try hard enough to begin with, we've just thrown away thousands of dollars, plus will they even let us adopt later if we get pregnant and are no longer considered infertile?  LOVE how my mind works sometimes.  Honestly, I don't know about that last part but I've never asked, I just assume.  Which brings me to another point - my dad always says "assume makes an ass out of u and me".  hahahaha, I still haven't learned not to do it!

Last point and the whole reason I started this post.  Coming off the Pill this time (much more in tune with my body) I'm noticing that I have some pregnancy symptoms (bloating, screwed up digestive system, nipples hurt like a mother).  Fantastic.  There's no possible way and it's got to be my hormones being out of whack but it freakin' sucks.  This crap better even out soon.

How I Cope

Race for the Cure