Sigh.

I think I can squeeze in one more trip or two to the beach. I have to. I still have summer reading to do. I still haven’t finished the The Mind-Body Fertility Connection: The True Pathway to Conception by James Schwartz. Did I mention that I have some extra copies to share? Want one?

Let me tell you what I know: James Schwartz is a Board certified Hypnotherapist and founder and director of the Rocky Mountain Hypnotherapy Center in Lakewood, Colorado. He’s got a fertility program called, “Hypnosis to Promote Fertility” which focuses on “healing the mental and emotional barriers that can often prevent conception.” That practice is the basis of the book that I have for you.

If that sounds like something you’d like to know more about, email me at polchic@hotmail.com and ‘ll tell you more….

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Freebie Friday – Win a Copy of the Mind-Body Fertility Connection by James Schwartz

I have this friend, M, who has an aunt who is a hypnotherapist. She told her aunt about me and my trying to get pregnant and her aunt said she wanted to help me with hypnotherapy. I talked to her on the phone and gave her the run down on my history, and she said the first thing I need to STOP doing is saying the word INFERTILITY. By saying I’m an infertile, or that we’re going to the infertility doctor, its already planting a negative seed in my mind that I’m not going to get pregnant.

Such a little thing. But it makes a lot of sense to me.

Since I decided to start acupuncture this cycle, I’ve also started trying to visualize my body and what’s happening inside of it in preparation for the FET. Kind of like meditation, but more fun. Sometimes I picture a set of knitting needles knitting a wonderful, warm holder for a set of embryos. (I think this image was prompted by the tap tap tap of the electrocurrent machine at my acupuncturist’s office.) When I’m at the gym, I visualize myself powering up with mega-muscles, while my womb gets healthier and fuller, ripening with anticipation – like a hard, armored exterior protecting this delicate piece inside. Other times, my thoughts are vivid but silly, like picturing a smiling pear-shaped organ with outstretched arms waiting to be given another chance.

It may sound silly, but I think it’s working. I can’t wait for our next doctor appointment on Friday (which will check the thickness of my endometrium) to see if I’m right.

So, if I am spending all of this time, visualizing what I want my body to be doing, why would I undercut those efforts by constantly using a term that denotes otherwise? Good question. I know that I am not naturally fertile. I do not produce eggs. My ovaries are shot. No eggs = no baby. It’s not rocket science. But are the lines really so clear anymore? Because I am not fertile, am I then automatically labeled infertile? What about someone who is considered infertile who successfully has a child – do they automatically switch to fertile?

I don’t think so in either case. And for now, it seems counterproductive to call myself something that I don’t want to be. I am not at the stage that I can embrace the term and move forward. Perhaps I will be someday, but not now. So from now on, I am going to try to switch up my vocabulary, just as I have been trying to switch up the images in my mind. You’ll tell me if I slip won’t you?

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Trying Out Some New Vocabulary