Wheezy

When one is trying to conceive (that's the lingo folks, blogs everywhere use "ttc" for short - I know, it's kind of icky for some reason to phrase it that way, but I digress), one often consults a fertility doctor (we are using the same one who helped us along with Anna, Dr. Steinkampf). So, all of the fertility issues and/or questions I have (yes, there are questions) I kind of slot for Dr. Steinkampf.

So lately, my life goes as follows:

Breast cancer? Let's go see the OB and a surgeon and follow up in a few months to check it out...again.

Asthma? Let's go see the pulminologist.

Negative pregnancy test? Let's finish up the rounds of Clomid and then go see Dr. Steinkampf for another consult.

What I did NOT know, is that the call to the pulmonologist could actually mess up the fertility thingy. So, when I took NyQuil this weekend without thinking because I just wanted to breathe and sleep, this was a bad call. Fortunately, it was not within the so-called "magic window" that requires all engines a-go, shall we say. So, we'll call it a foul. However, a call to the fertility doc confirmed that those who are both allergy sufferers and fertility challenged are screwed. No NyQuil. No Tylenol Sinus. No decongestants. Take some Benadryl if you must, but that's pretty much it except for Sudafed.

So, if you want to sleep while reading and writing briefs all day, then you can do so without a runny nose. If you actually want to work, well, grab a tissue.

And so goes my vent for the evening. I have asthma, and I have no babies-on-the-way, and treating the symptoms of one could continue the pattern with the other. Part of me wants to say "pass" for this month, but wouldn't a January baby be fun? My name is Jaime, and I will remain a sneezy wheezy.