We did four IUIs last year and . . . nothing happened. Nothing. I thought, "Hey, maybe we're OK as a family of three!" And really, I am OK. But then I told my mother that it was pretty likely that we were only going to have one, that we tried and it didn't work and that I was totally OK with it . . . and then I burst into tears. Unexpectedly. It caught me completely off-guard. So, I'm back at it again. Doctor Superman's plan is to do an IUI twice, if necessary and if that doesn't work, we move onto the big guns, IVF. Yikes. So, here I go, rolling the dice again. Oh, also, I thought I'd completely screwed up this entire cycle because I told Doctor Superman the completely wrong day as "day one". Whoops. According to the nurse it's OK because they monitored me, etc., etc., but this probably explains why the right follicle was strangely ENORMOUS and the left one was normal. So . . . they're pretty sure that if I do get P* this time around it's from the left side. Good to know.
In other news, I'm really old. Like, really old. I'm getting really, really old. So, this is kind of it for us - if this doesn't work out, we really have to throw in the towel. In other news! I have a lipoma on my back! And arthritis in my knees! Yes, getting older is as glamorous as it sounds! If you're lucky, you two can be plagued with non-cancerous lumps on your back and rickety knees! I really shouldn't complain, I feel pretty normal for my "advanced maternal age" and MOST people (except for my pre-pubescent interns) guess that I am wayyy younger than I actually am. Convinced yet? Yeah, neither am I.
*I hate to sound like a 5-year old but I can't bare to say it . . . not yet.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
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