Last night I took my first pill in our next attempt at expanding our family. It was thrilling and scary at the same time. While we are scared, we dive head first into this new process of baby makin’ with our fingers and toes crossed.
We have been riding this fertility roller coaster for going on 7 years now. Taking basal temperatures, CM testing (don’t ask, you DON’T want to know), millions of tests from blood to surgery, logging cycle days and even sex days! (don’t even get me started on all of the medications… I feel like I am running a pharmacy out of my medicine cabinet!) My fertility medical file alone is about 3 inches thick! I know this because every time I switch doctors, which has happened SEVERAL times. I have to take my 3 inch thick file of tests and doctor notes to my new doctor, who then has to try and gather all of the information. I also feel guilty handing that file over. *shrug*
Since we finally had our successful pregnancy after 5 years and had our beautiful baby boy, we thought baby #2 would be the same process that we had finally found successful. But after a year of trying that route with no luck, we knew something was up. After another round of tests (yippie!) and ANOTHER new doctor, we finally had an answer. My PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome) had gotten worse. A lot worse. So they recommended IVF but I am mostly against that because I feel like it is the LAST resort. And I don’t think we are there yet. I wanted more options first. They presented us with only one other option.
After a lot of discussion with our Specialist, we knew we needed to think on it. You may remember my birthday blog? Ok so maybe I wasn’t the one who needed to do the thinking. But after a lot of discussion, we finally decided to begin injections to cause me to ovulate and then an IUI. An IUI is a process that is clinical and to the point. The doctor actually takes Chucks, umm… swimmers… and injects them directly into my uterus. Fun eh? How’s that for spur of the moment? haha
To be honest, I am scared shitless. I really hope that it works, but I can’t help but think about our chances for multiples. I don’t think my body will do anything that it can’t handle. So I hold on to that faith and jump in with both feet. I have very high hopes, though.
I am so glad that we waited few months because we needed the break we also needed to be more financially prepared. It is going to be very costly. I have so enjoyed not charting every day. And not having to look at a calendar to check and see if I can have a glass of wine or a beer. Not peeing on a stick every day has been a joy as well. Just going to pee was becoming a chore. So the last three months have been wonderful.
Don’t get me wrong, I would gladly do it all knowing the perfect bundle of joy that hopefully will be our reward. And thus we begin this grueling journey, again. Luckily I have a strong husband holding my hand as we go forward. I just hope for the best. The 5 years we went through to get my precious Jimmy was hard but I would do it over a gazillion times to have him. So this should be well worth it. 🙂