Who knew I would crave hard physical work so much? Well I suppose if I am completely honest with myself, I could have seen this one coming. I do not exactly excel at sitting in one place for a long period of time and would much rather work out my frustrations in the gym then in my head.
I asked my reproductive endocrinologist if, given my normal workout levels, I could ignore the exercise ban. Sadly she voiced that my options are walking (oh joy) and swimming. I am all for swimming in tropical locations at five star resorts, or in fresh clean lakes here in Canada. I am not all for the public swimming pool. First there is the issue of the bathing suit. I think that public pool etiquette would not condone my current bikini options. Secondly there is the issue of the dirt factor. In addition to being somewhat of a control freak, I have also been known to exhibit boarderline ocd behaviour especially when it comes to cleanliness. So long story short, there will be no swimming.
I pushed onwards and inquired about yoga during the stimulation phase. The answer was yes but it was really no. Yes I can do yoga. No I cannot do any yoga pose that involves my butt being higher than my head. No I cannot do any twisting whatsoever. I must fear inversions at all costs! So I could lay around in savasana but I think that I would tire of that fairly quickly. I pushed a little more. What would happen if say I did some of these banned options? The response... Your ovary could twist and burst. Okay. Point taken. No yoga.
So yes... I would rather be hiking... but hiking does not get you a chance at a baby... at least not the way we hike anyways. So I will not run. I will not do high impact aerobics. I will not do a headstand. But I will have a chance at a baby.
|Acadia, Maine, Summer 2009|