OK, so last I posted we had just found out that our last
attempt at IUI had failed. Although it
was expected it was pretty hard to take.
I had five mature follies for the love of pete! FIVE. I
thought we were golden for sure! I remember
thinking to myself that if it doesn’t work with five swimming around in there
than we were hosed for sure (let’s hope I’m wrong).
Anyway, so after our second failed attempt I did some quick
math for our next cycle and figured out I would be in Orlando for a trade show
around the time I would ovulate. I
called my RE’s office and she suggested we take a month off. She told me I could go on birth control if I
wanted or try naturally to conceive this month.
I thought it was a no-brainer. Of
course I’ll try the natural way to get knocked up. IT’S FREE.
AND FUN. THER ARE NO
NEEDLES! Did I mention that it’s free? I was also excited to get to go a whole month
without someone shoving a plastic wand up my hoo-ha. Coat it in all the jelly you want, it still
SUCKS. I was floored. And relieved.
It was practically nirvana people.
I think I might have done an actual cartwheel. Unfortunately my math was right on and I ovulated
in Florida. So no dice in Febuary. No biggie, on to March!
Remember when I thought not going on birth control and
trying on our own was a no-brainer? I’m
an idiot. I went back to the RE in March
to find out that in the absence of controlled hormonal balance my endometriosis
had made my ovaries its playground. That
bastard! So the birth control was prescribed
and I was told to hang tight for March and hope that the drugs did their thing
and some of these darn endometriomas would beat cheeks outa there! Or at least shrink enough to grow some eggs in
there.
So here we are.
April, and for once the endometriosis did what it was supposed to do! We are back Jack! (Just ignore that little Duck Dynasty reference. I might be more than a little obsessed.) I’m back on the fancy egg
cooking drugs (Follistim) again and Captain added a new drug (Ganirelix) to stop my body from
premature ovulation – different from premature ejaculation. Kinda similar I guess… I’m not sure if it’s the new drug or if my
body has gone into a full out revolt, but this round of IUI has been different
than my other two, and in none of the good ways. I’m puffier, and crampier. My eggs don’t seem to be cooking as fast
either. Also, my thighs are killing me
from all these dam injections.
This is about the point in my whining where most people cut
me off and say “Oh it will all be worth it in the end”. I usually grit my teeth and nod my head in agreement. What I’m screaming in my head is IT WILL ONLY
BE WORTH IT IF I ACTUALY GET A BABY OUT OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT! Because let’s be honest, it’s far from
guaranteed. It’s quite possible that I
could be doing all of this to myself for nothing. NOTHING. OK, pity party over.
I did ask the nurse if there was somewhere else I could
stick these needles because I was running out of spots on my legs and she
showed me how to give them to myself in my belly. I tried that.
For a half second! It hurt like a
BITCH. I’ll stick with my legs thank you
very much! I go back to the doctor
tomorrow morning for another ultra-sound to see if my eggs are done. We could be fertilizing as early as Sunday y’all!
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