June 11, 2012

My love,
I know it's been a month since my last entry. This was intentional... mostly. The main reason was that your father and I took a big step in our journey to meet you this month. I'll give you the details here in a minute, but first let me back up. I started my period spontaneously (read: unexpectedly) on Mother's Day. I probably should have been upset, but instead I was pleasantly surprised, especially since it made that cycle only 27 days. That's almost unheard of when you have PCOS. We were already scheduled to see our RE the next day and I was glad that we would have something good to report.

We went into the appointment sure that the doc was going to say our numbers sucked and he would recommend IVF as the next step. We were prepared to politely tell him that if that were the case, we'd rather wait until January of 2013 to allow us to save up some more money. We had made the decision together and it felt good.

Then, he spun us around 180 degrees and said we'd done such good work, he'd like to give IUI (intrauterine insemination) a shot first. I was speechless. We mentioned wanting to wait until the next month, but later changed our minds. We wanted to start now!

I had to go back in for a CD3 ultrasound the next day and took 100mg Clomid CD5-CD9. As a result, I got one big follicle - 24mm! I was a little sad that I only got one, but had to remind myself that that's what the average woman gets every month without medication, and that I shouldn't be greedy.

Our insemination happened on May 30 with 2.2 million little guys, post-wash. I never really thought much about what it would feel like, but now I can say without a doubt, it hurt! I could feel the catheter hit the top of my uterus and I'm not ashamed to say I cried through the whole thing (partly because of the pain, partly because of all the emotions I was feeling). But I wouldn't undo a second of it.

One thing I have to tell you about your dad - he's the best husband a girl could ask for. Following the procedure, while I was lying on my back with my hips raised (such a flattering position), I mentioned that I'd forgotten to get a clown video. He asked what I meant and I told him I'd read some obscure Italian study that posed an increased IUI success rate when the patient watched a video of a clown immediately after. So, what do you think your dad did? Yep. He went straight to YouTube on his phone and found the first clown video he could find. :)

So here I am, nearly two weeks later, waiting for my period to start any minute. Tomorrow's the day I'm supposed to test if I haven't gotten it and I'm just trying to keep my expectations low so I don't have as many pieces to pick up. I keep having imaginary conversations with myself about why I don't think I'm pregnant. No matter what scientific reason I come up with, the one that ultimately makes the most sense to me is that it simply can't happen this way. Not for me. I'm meant to travel a much harder road; at least that's what I've been envisioning the past few months. Maybe it's a defense mechanism, maybe not.

So, there's the reason I haven't written. I've had quite a bit to say, but didn't want to get my hopes up any higher than they are naturally. I guess you'll be hearing from me soon, based on the events of the next couple of days.

Take care and I love you, whenever you are.

Love,
Me