My ultrasound this morning was very encouraging. It showed great growth in one follicle, so it showed us (once again), that my doctor has my medication dosage and cycle-tracking down. So tonight is the trigger shot, and our third and final trial with IUI will be on Wednesday morning.
Third time’s gotta be the charm… right?
I always tell myself that I won’t bank too much hope in this procedure, but there’s a part of me that screams each time:
BUT THERE’S STILL AN 8-10% CHANCE!!!
If this last round of IUI doesn’t work out, it’ll be nice to have a break during December to not worry about medication, calculating/timing ultrasounds, getting ultrasounds, paying for ultrasounds…
Of course, I would MUCH RATHER spend December worrying about how to curb morning sickness.
And I know there was at least one person who caught herself thinking, “You don’t know what you’re talking about - morning sickness is the WORST!”
I’ve actually had a few people say this to me when I shared with them that at this point, I would welcome morning sickness, because it would be a sign that I was pregnant and my baby was growing inside me. They said it so flippantly, dismissing my sentiments as foolish, taking on an air of superiority that only came from experience. As if my lack of experience with pregnancy was by choice… or their experience with it a symbol that they were somehow above me.
Recently, I read a collection of tweets from women who shared what they wished other people understood about infertility, and so many of their hurts resonated with me. So the next few posts will be me sharing some of these posts, and how I relate to them. For now, I’ve got to focus on staying sane for the next two weeks.