Thirty-six degrees Celsius. Another morning I take my temperature. It's the same, thirty-six degrees Celsius. Day after day, morning after morning. It stays the same. I can't tell you how much I want it to change. To go up. A rise in temperature would be a sign that I ovulated which would mean that maybe, just maybe I could be pregnant again. But the temperature stays the same.
I go through phases. Some months go by and I don't bother taking my temperature. It's almost a relief, to wake up and not know what the thermometer would say. I've tried hormones, I've performed treatments. I take herbs and try different alternative medicines. I know that something has to work. Some things do appear to help, some things don't.
Some days I feel like giving up, and you know what, on some days, that's okay.
I can't remember who told me, but I once heard that if I wanted to become pregnant then I would have to visualize it happening. I close my eyes, I meditate. I imagine my belly becoming round, my body full and feminine. I try to feel the kicks as my baby moves within me. I pray so hard for this dream to become true. "If nothing else.
Please help me raise enough money so I can afford some IVF treatment. After being married now for seven years with my beloved husband. The final piece to our puzzle would be to have a child of our owxn so we can raise him/her with the love we both have in our hearts waiting to share.