They say acupuncture increases the efficacy of IVF by 65%. But I’ve gone to my acupuncturist’s office so many times since my egg transfer, you’d think it was a methadone clinic. I’m counting on the idea that there’s no such thing as “too much” when it comes to acupuncture. Still, I hear an old woman’s voice in my head saying, “Stop playing with it so much. You’ll break it.”
This morning, as my acupuncturist took my pulse, I stared intently at the side of his head, looking for some sign, any sign, that I was pregnant. I had no symptoms at all. I wondered if he could hear something in the pulse, maybe even the baby’s heartbeat. He looked up at me startled, like one might be if they were sleeping and woke up to find someone leaning over them, staring.
“Same as last time,” he said.
“But did I sound pregnant last time?” I asked.
“Could be,” he said.
He went on to tell me about a woman who felt signs of pregnancy – sore breasts, dizziness, fatigue – and then after a few days, all the signs went away. She feared she wasn’t pregnant. And then the night before her pregnancy test, she started spotting, and she had an incredible craving for broccoli, the same craving she’d had in her prior two pregnancies. Now, on top of not feeling queasy or having sore breasts, I wonder why I don’t want broccoli.