I had my first acupuncture session. I didn't know quite what to expect. No pain, interesting sensations and very relaxing. We are "warming" me up because I'm a cold/cool-bodied person. And there's something about my spleen, liver and kidneys. I'm still learning. The theory of making my blood stronger makes sense to me -- stronger lining, stronger carriers of all those hormones that need to be coordinated. I also like the TCM theory that fertility is a whole-body issue: balance the whole body and it is better able to hold a pregnancy. Plus he told me to eat more red meat. Got to love that. (Also, biologically it makes sense, I barely eat any and it's iron-rich for the blood.)
I don't know if the acupuncture or teas will help with whatever my physical problem might be, but the practitioner definitely is already helping with calming and relaxing this control-freak

He was the first professional to phrase things in such a way that gave me a bit of hope. At 35, I didn't expect to hear: "You have some time." (He pointed out that although fertility declines, my ovarian reserve numbers a great. The RE never went beyond the automatic computer stamp "Normal" on my mailed-back blood test results.)
To coach me to mellow out a little, he said: "Try not to think of it as a task list with pregnancy an item to be checked off. Put your energy and thoughts toward creating life." That last part rang true for me. As I see it, even if it doesn't end up in a fertilized, nicely nestled egg in any particular month, if I make the physical and nutritional efforts to make myself strong and if I create and send out thoughts and words and actions of positiveness, every cycle I am building life; it's just not always going to be in that tangible way that I've been clawing to get at for these past 12 months.
As a not terribly mellow person, this is a sort of huge milestone for me. I think DH is already appreciating the dial down on my general intensity. (Not that I didn't "yell" at him for the 1 millionth bottle cap left on the counter, which he then proceeded to fling around the room with this college-era snapping thing he does. He is my perfect counterpoint.

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