Well, here we are at the place where we are visiting a real-live fertility specialist. As scary as it was to be in this position, we were both *really* excited that someone whose job it is to MAKE BABIES was going to be helping us.
We were referred to the Jones Institute. In our area, they’re a HUGE deal. They’re the doctors you go to when you want to make babies, but can’t. So, we did. We got matched with a super nice (super smart) doctor and, coincidentally, it was Cycle Day 1. THIS IS THE PERFECT DAY, GUYS.
So, we started taking the drugs. I had obviously already taken Clomid for a few cycles. Dr. S decided we should switch to one tablet of Femera for cycle days 3-7 (same dates as the Clomid in previous cycles). At the Jones Institute, the routine goes a little bit differently. Before the IUI, they schedule an ultrasound (around cycle day 11-13) to see if your ovaries have developed follicles properly. We were in luck! I had a really good follicle, like 17 mm or something? Everything had developed perfectly!
The *other* kicker to this was that we had to take a shot of Ovidrel (HCG=the pregnancy hormone) 36 hours before the IUI to “jumpstart” everything, in terms of ovulation. That was scary, but actually not so bad. Chris gave me the shot. I was a chicken.
So, off we went on cycle day 15 to Norfolk (about 45 minutes away) for our first *legit* IUI. They explained that IUI works a little differently at Jones. Besides the preliminary ultrasound, they also collect a sample, analyze the sample (unlike the regular doctor’s office), spin/wash the sample, analyze the sample AGAIN, and then do the procedure (catheter, etc). This sounded MUCH better.
After the spin down, our numbers were VERY promising. They want:
Count: 10-20 million (Chris had 50 million)
Forward motion: 50% (Chris had 78%)
I mean, whaaaaat?! That is some GOOD stuff. We decided our children were already over-achievers.
So, there’s good news and bad news. Actually, there’s just kinda bad news. We weren’t pregnant and, to really rub it in, I had all kinds of inexplicable things happen. I am not one to “imagine” symptoms, but I had weird pains and stuff. Of *course* there’s the possibility that it’s a side-effect of the fertility drugs, but there’s always the hope. Well, nope. No baby. We were so frustrated and, to make matters worse, when my cycle DID start, it was AWFUL. Like, I was basically paralyzed by pain which hasn’t happened since I was like, 15. So, that was fun. I actually went to church on the first day of my cycle and start SOBBING in the parking lot. I turned around, came home, and got in bed. It was probably the most defeated I’ve felt about the whole process. Luckily, I haven’t felt that way since. That is, however, right around the time that I started blogging this. Hopefully, this is doing what it’s supposed to be doing and some people are feeling less alone. I know that Chris and I felt preeeeetty alone that weekend.