After our failed cycle last month, I felt hopeful coming back to our baseline u/s. We'll show infertility who's boss THIS TIME! we said. But even though it was a medicated cycle with Clomid, hCG trigger shot, and progesterone, it was still sex. And what have we learned from reading the Stork blog? That's right kids. Sex doesn't make baybees! Sex is fun. But Chris and Risa make love, not babies. Two different things. Got it?
So we felt hopeful coming into the next cycle. It was to be our first IUI, our first scientific attempt to create a baby. We were excited.
I get it. The normal couple only has a 20% chance of conceiving every month. It's the miracle of life, yadi-yadi-ya. But this was suppose to be science! I feel like it was all just a giant waste of time. Well let's be honest, in all reality it was a waste of time. I layed (lied?) on my back for two days. I missed my sister's bridal dress shopping. Hell we even had sex a few hours AFTER our last IUI. I mean, cripes how much sperm does my body want? Unexplained infertility is horrible. There is just no reason for all this.
Coming into this cycle, I don't care. I know we are doing two more rounds. I just feel like it's not going to work. Call it a premonition or whatever. I just have this feeling. We're doing IVF. I know we are. Is that negative thinking? I don't think so. Or maybe it is just a ranting of an extremely hormonal crazy infertile.
Baseline u/s showed 4 follicles on the right, and 6 on the left. I start Clomid tonight. I am literally jumping up and down in my excitement. Thank you all for your support from my last whiny blog post. I know I have said it before, but it means a lot. And thanks for putting up with my crap-tastic attitude.
Labels: Doctor Appointment, lady business, sex