How to Get Pregnant – Part I

My patients who have decided to have children almost invariably ask me, “What should I do to get pregnant?” What books should they read? How do they take their basal body temperature? Should they use an ovulation predictor test?

Now, these are women with regular menstrual cycles, and no health problems. For these women, asking “How do I get pregnant?” is a little bit like asking “How do I breathe?” We are baby-making machines, after all. And the human race pretty much populated the entire world without using a single ovulation predicting kit.

Procreation is like Windows Explorer – it’s built into the operating system. (Weren’t you starting to wonder if Bill Gates was God?) The default mode is pregnant. And here’s the thing – You’ve been using the pop-up blocker! So turn it off already. Stop your pills (or your condoms, or whatever it is you have been using all these years to keep from getting pregnant) and let nature take its course.

By the way, if you happen to be orthodox Jewish, you don’t need my advice. Because the Jews have designed a system to maximize the odds of the natural process working. (Maybe God gave them the source code.) According to their rules, men and women are required to avoid each other until the most fertile time of the month, by which time they are all hot and bothered and you know what that means…. “Hi honey, I’m home from the Mihkvah!”

But I digress. Here’s what I tell my patients. You wanna’ get pregnant? Just step out of the way. All you have to do is relax, trust your body and let it do what it is designed to do. Get your mitts out of there and stop trying to control things. Cro-magnon man had no trouble with the process, and neither should you.

Oh, right. There is one more thing…HAVE SEX.

Of course, if you have decided to wait until you are 40 to start the process, that’s another story (After all, Cro-Magnon man was DEAD by 40). But that’s another post for another day.

Next: The Biological Time Clock

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How to Get Pregnant (Part II): The Biological Time Clock

This is Part II in a Special TBTAM Post Series. Links to the next post in the series are at then end of this post.

In my recent post “How to Get Pregnant” I compared the reproductive workings of the female body to Windows Explorer. However, I neglected to tell you that there is no fix for the Year 35 Bug. The biological time clock that begins to ring softly at 35, scream loudly at 40, and like a wind-up alarm, grind to a halt somewhere around 45.

Now, I see two kinds of women in my practice – those who hear the alarm and those who hear it, but turn on the snooze button. The former are, more often than not, single, and the latter, married. Interesting paradox, isn’t it? Needless to say, I handle each group of women a little differently.

The married woman with all the time in the world

I for one am not going to try to talk anyone into having kids who doesn’t want them. But most of my married patients know that they want a family, and the majority of these are blithely going about their childless existence as if they have forever. As their gynecologist, I feel it is my duty to make sure that they understand the facts as I know them, as opposed to their own vague notions, and advise that they consider these facts as they plan their families. (This is in contrast to their mothers, who just want those grandbabies.)

First, I ask them to do the math with me, considering how many children they wish to have and when they want to start. (You would be surprised how many women think that between the ages of 35 and 40, they can get pregnant, carry to term, and breast feed 3 children spaced 2 years apart.)

Then, I sit them down and show them the data.

I find that visually representing it conveys the message best. And that message is, simply – you don’t have as much time as you think. Because, like it or not, female fertility declines with age, as a result of decreased number of eggs from the ovary. Additionally, the incidence of miscarriage increases with age, because older eggs are more likely to divide abnormally.
That’s it. The visuals speak for themselves. I give them a copy to take home and share with their husband. (Poor guy – He has no idea what he is in for tonight when he walks through the door…)

I tell them the bottom line is this: If you and your partner are sure you want to have a family, then the younger you are, the better your odds of conceiving. If you have other factors that might impact fertility (fibroids, endometriosis, menstrual irregularities), don’t add older age into the mix. Start as soon as you are ready and able.

I sometimes tell them my own story. That I began my marriage unsure as to whether I even wanted children. That I began my family at 35 and had my second child at 40. And that my biggest regret is that I am now too old to have a third.

More than one patient has become pregnant within the year after this discussion. But most simply take the information into consideration, which is all that I really want them to do. Their lives are their own, after all. And I am not their mother.

The Single Female who knows better

Now, I am not cruel. I do not show the graphs above to my single patient who is over 35 and with no current prospects, and who is concerned about whether she will ever have children of her own. These women do not need me to rub their faces in their predicament.

With them, I take exactly the opposite approach. (It’s all in the spin, you see…) I tell them that at age 35, the odds are still with them. I tell them that I had no trouble getting pregnant at 35, and again at 40 (although I did have one miscarriage in between), and that they should not give up hope of having their own children.

I also talk to them about oocyte freezing (still considered experimental, but now available in New York), and about freezing embryos if they are willing to use donor sperm and are unwilling to risk an experimental procedure. Some may wish to consider single parenting, and these I refer to support groups like Single Mothers by Choice. None of these is an easy choice, and I do my darned best to be non-directive, non-judgemental and supportive to these women.

What I really want to do is find them a nice man to settle down with. I admit, I have set up at least one patient – it didn’t work. Maybe I should hook up with a sports medicine doc, and we could run a dating service out of our offices…

The Lesbian (You thought I’d forgotten about you, didn’t you?)

Lesbian women have the same wake-up time as straight women. However, in this one area they have a few more options. Of course, they always need a sperm donor. But that means that freezing embryos may not be as big an issue for them. And here’s the best part – If they are lucky enough to have a partner who is younger, they can just ignore the alarm, roll over in bed, and say “Honey – It’s up to you. I’m sleeping in”.

 

If you want more information about age and fertility, you can order this this this booklet from the American Society for Reproductive Medicine. They also have this booklet about assisted reproductive technologies.

Part III: The Male Factor

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How to Get Pregnant, Part III – The Male Factor

In my previous two posts about this topic, I advised women who want to get pregnant to relax and trust their own bodies. Unless, of course, their bodies were over age 35, in which case they should stop relaxing and just get to it already. Unless, of course, they happen not to have a male partner, in which case we do have sperm donors and egg freezing.

In this post, I would like to address that afore-mentioned, often overlooked male partner, whose role in this whole business has up to now been taken for granted. That’s right – taken for granted. C’mon – do you seriously ever hear men worrying if they are going to be fertile? Hanging around with their buddies throwing a few beers back after the game talking about their deep-seated fear that they won’t ever be someone’s baby-daddy? Correct me, guys, if I’m off-base here, but I don’t think so. You all assume the plumbing works, don’t you? No inner fears, no doubts. Every one of you. Your baby-daddiness is a given, you just need to choose the time and place (and lucky baby-mama.) And if I read one more article about Tony Randall

Doctors are not immune to this sort of blind thinking. Case in point: My friend Kathy (not her real name) who visited Famous Infertility Doctor after she was unable to conceive a third child, despite trying for five years after her second child was born. The (male) doc just assumed that it was her problem because she was now 33 years old. At the first visit, when she asked if perhaps it was her huband, the doc said it was highly unlikely because of course hubby had fathered her first two children. Oh, I get it, she says. A man fathers a baby, his studliness is assured for life, whereas a woman’s ability to conceive is what? Beginner’s luck? Just do the semen anlaysis, doc! (Did I tell you she has a forceful personality?) Of course they did test her husband, but really only to prove their point. (He was fine, but so was she, it just didn’t happen again for them.) But just so you know, about one-third of infertility is due to a male factor, and another third to a combination of male and female factors. So don’t assume he’s fertile just because he’s studded before.

Well, this is one doc who doesn’t make any assumptions. Which means that when my husband and I decided to start our family, I for one was not going to waste my time trying to get pregnant if he was shooting blanks. Of course, I knew I was fertile, not only because my cycles were clockwork regular, but because I resembled my mom, who had had nine kids in a row starting at age 28, without a single miscarriage. I was sure I had the gonads that went along with my rosy complexion. But my husband gave me no such assurances (other than his major studliness, of course). So what if he looked just like his dad, and his parents had had three kids, which for a liberal Jewish family is practically a population explosion ? This was one book I was not going to judge by it’s cover.

So what did I do? (And I swear that what follows is true…) Well, like any reasonable female gynecologist worth her salt, I brought my microscope home from the office. And that night, after the deed was done, I jumped up out of bed, naked, and did my own post-coital test using the microscope right there on the bedroom floor. For you non-gynecologists, a post-coital test is when you take a sample of cervical secretions from the woman shortly after intercourse, smear it on a slide, put on a cover slip, and count how many live sperm you see in a high power field. Sort of a field test for the sperm, to see how they do out there in the real world, as opposed to in a plastic cup in the lab.

I am happy to report that my studly husband passed our little test right there and then, and with flying (or should I say swimming?) colors. And, I became pregnant that very night. Since that night was also the first time I had ever had sex in my life without birth control, I believe I more than validated my assumptions about my own inherent fertility (thanks, Mom!). And since I had always used the diaphragm for birth control, it was a testimony to just how effective that under-appreciated method can be when used reliably (and obsessively…)

“You’re Nuts!” I hear you saying. Yeah? More like Ahead-Of-My-Time is what I say. Because do you know that they now actually sell do-it-yourself home semen analysis kits? I have no idea if they are reliable, and I’m not sure who buys them, but I’ll betcha’ it’s not the men. If the rest of the female sex is in any way at all like me (you know, control freaks), they’re the ones buying the tests, and asking hubby to ante up a specimen so they can check him out.

“So, what are you saying?” you ask. “First you tell us to relax and trust our own bodies and forgo the high tech, then next thing you’re telling us you went and checked your husband’s sperm count before you had barely started to try to get pregnant!! Make up your mind! Which is it, relax or go high tech?”

Good point. And the answer is – you can do both! I did. The whole post-coital test thing was a real hoot, and my husband and I had a great time with it. Here’s what I say – If you can embrace the technology and still enjoy the process, please, by all means, go ahead. As Mr Science says, “Science can be fun!”

But if the technology only breeds anxiety (which I find is what it does for many women), don’t use it. Ignore this post and go back and review Part I. Because making babies is supposed to be fun – not a chore and certainly not an anxiety-producing experience.

Now, get out there and have a good time!
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Read Part 4 in the “How to Get Pregnant” series- Mom’s Medals

How To Get Pregnant, Part IV – Mom’s Medals

Dinosaur Doc has a very amusing little post about how an aunt’s advice can be the magic a patient needs to conceive. (You’ll need to read the post yourself to learn what to do, but I will tell you that it requires a good strong Southern accent…)

I love the family tales and the old time advice. And like Dinosaur Doc, I, too, sometimes use them in my practice.

When we were growing up, Mom always prayed to Saint Gerard, the patron saint of mothers. In fact, when my parents moved into their first house, Mom buried a St Gerard medal in the yard. Ten years later, pregnant with her 6th of 9 children, she and Dad moved us all to a bigger place. Mom told the woman who bought our house about the medal in the yard, and told her St Gerard would watch over them as he had done us. Five kids later, that woman rang up my mother – “Where’s that damned medal buried? I need to dig it up!”

Now I’m not religious, but I do love my Mom, and I’ve always loved this story. Some years back, I told the story to a patient who was trying to get pregnant, and she asked if my Mom had any more medals (which of course she did). After I asked my Mom a third time for a medal for a patient, she gave me a stash of my own, which I keep in my desk drawer.

I still hand a medal out occasionally, usually to a patient undergoing assisted reproductive technology and looking for a little extra something to help the process along. I have no idea if the medals work, but when you’ve maxing out all the scientific options, what’s wrong with adding in a little hope? (and a little bit of family voodoo…)

The last patient I told this story to was a physician herself who is scheduled to start her third IVF cycle next month. We both figured it couldn’t hurt if she wore the medal on the day of the egg retrieval…

I’ll let you know how it goes for her.
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