And So It Goes

I finally got my period, which I had been expecting since there was an ovulation mishap with regards to timing the baby dancing properly. But when I was late, a tiny hope rallied within me, however much my intuition and charts anticipated otherwise.

Now I've got my charts adjusted properly (don't trust those tools that base their predictions on auto-population from previous online records) and I'm optimistic about this next cycle of fertility.

I can see already how trying to conceive is it's own beast, a part of modern parenting that places prospective and hopeful parents under a microscope for their choices, behaviors, values, habits, actions or lack of any of the above.

This is the danger of disclosing, let alone documenting, that I am actively attempting to become pregnant. The same veracity with which expecting parents are throttled by unsolicited advice applies to we baby dancers in spades.

Unfortunately (or not) lots of inappropriate judgments and clucking of proverbial tongues only make me want to tempt the fates further, but I've always been an eager rebel that way.

Curious what other Hip Mamas may have to say on the subject of genetic testing...

One of my miscarriages was analyzed and found to be a random yet common genetic anomaly, low risk of repeated incident. The second miscarriage was a probable "chemical pregnancy" or a blighted ovum.

Also I'm 35 and have been prescribed a plethora of psychotropics to treat bipolar disorder for 15 years - although I am now on a reduced regimen while conceiving, consisting of Category A (no harm to fetus) anti-depressants that I plan on ditching - with psychiatric supervision and permission - once the peeing on the stick reads positive.

So. All things being equal, if you were me knowing the above circumstances, would genetic testing be something you would a) insist on having prior to conception or b) shell out for if insurance won't cover it? I ask because now seems like a good time to do that whole thing if I'm gonna do that whole thing.

(I do realize that I am actually asking for opinions after kvetching about receiving the very same. It's cool to lay it on me - I won't bite your head off.)