CD14: Wine Cures Infertility

Okay. LH strips suck ass. One batch said I surged on CD9. Another batch says I've surged last night (CD13). That's quite a spread, don't you think? By the way my side is hurting and the fact that I've got a bit of that FCM stuff going on, I'd say that the first batch was smoking crack.

So I'm in the midst of doing my taxes. That would be 2005 taxes. Not my quarterly. I'm not organized enough to do quarterlies.

I have receipts all over my desk and a couple of them gave me pause. A bit of history: J and I buy a lot of wine. We used to drink a bottle with dinner now and then, but many of them wind up as gifts for folks when we go to their homes for dinner. Some wind up as client gifts as well. Just how many were client gifts in 2005 is long beyond me by this point. But something just dawned on me.

So I came across three wine receipts just now for purchases made last year. I hope we don't sound like raging alcoholics, but bear me out. On 4/13/5 I purchased 7 bottles of wine from the Wine Club in Santa Clara. On 4/29 I bought a friend/client a bottle of Veuve Cliquot for his birthday. Then there's a lack of receipts til 7/20/5 when I revisited my fav wine proprietor and purchased eleven bottles of wine.

Now this might not mean much to you, but at this point in our lives we didn't have wine storage as we do now. We lived in a house built in 1902 that has neither air nor insulation. Hence, I wasn't buying wine and laying it down. I was buying wine to CONSUME. We were drinking it.

And get this. On May 7, in the midst of this wine drinking binge, I went and had my CD3 FSH tested. Mind you this was before I realized I was infertile and I hadn't a care in the world about what imbibing might do to my fertility.

And wouldn't you know it?

My CD3 FSH came in at a proud 6.5.

The lowest it's ever been.

Unfortunately the good doctor didn't run my E2 so we will never know for sure just how good that number really was.

I've been looking for things correlated to low FSH, and I don't know about you, but I think this means it's time to break out the magnum pinots I've been stashing away.