I loved this book. I devoured it in two nights, laying in bed reading as my husband rolled over murmuring, "when are you going to turn the light off?" and I kept saying, "after this last chapter," which then turned into nine chapters later, and I'm still reading.
I was reading it in the stim-drug phase of my first IVF cycle. I admit that I wondered if it was a good idea to read about someone who failed eight times at IVF while undergoing the treatment myself. I think I was literally wondering if that was a bad sign when I read the sentence above: "I look for good signs everywhere. Where I can't find them, I make them up."
Tertia, you are my sister. I am a professional sign-reader/maker-up-of-signs (even though I know this is a bad idea and it is certainly very questionable theology most of the time).
It's as if I can't help myself. I desperately want something to hang onto, something to lead me in any direction. I kept telling myself it was a good sign that I was responding without side effects to the stim drugs. That it was a good sign everytime I got a parking spot close to the doctor's office, or that traffic was light when I had an appointment all the way across town. For the first time in a long time, during that IVF cycle, I felt like it was a good thing to see pregnant women; maybe their baby mojo would rub off on me. Maybe I was finally going to be one of them!
I kid you not: if there was a good sign to be had during that IVF cycle, I found it. And yes, when I couldn't find them, I made them up.
And then the cycle crashed and burned in a spectacular manner. (If you're new to this blog, quick summary: initial positive test, followed by 'abnormally rising betas' for two weeks = ectopic pregnancy.)
Then I looked back at all the bad signs I must have missed which surely would have given me a warning that we were headed for disaster. And I found those too.
I loved Tertia's brutal honesty, and her unique brand of eternal-optimist-mixed-with-pissed-off-at-reality writing. I can relate. Our diagnoses are different. I admit that I hope our journeys will be too: I know, at this point, that I do not have nine IVF tries in me (and neither does my checkbook).
My personal mantra is to try as hard as possible to avoid sign-looking when we start treatments again. I don't think it's good for me. I know I will not entirely succeed at this, but it's something to work on.
Reading this book, however, is nothing but a good sign. Go get one for yourself. I'll make it easy for you: go here.
Oh - and my book shower game? You guessed it: are you a sign-reader? Do you search for them everywhere, or do you think people like me are nutcases? (Both of those might be true, by the way.) What's the craziest sign you've ever seen? Do you think reading signs is a good idea, or a recipe for disaster?
Now I'm off to the rest of the shower. Enjoy!