I’ve been informed that IUI #3 is scheduled for tomorrow morning, at 10AM. I have to say that I’m rather excited about this time around. It’s almost the same way I felt when we did the first IUI. I’m eager to get it done, partially because I am sick of injecting the oh-so-pricey Gonal-F. I did my last injection of it last night for this cycle, thank the good Lord. I’m also eager because I have a good feeling about this time around. I’ve got a good feeling about this IUI, partly because I now know for a fact that I can get pregnant this way. I know it works.
I’m also nervous about the IUI because, once again, in spite of our best efforts, I’ve only managed to produce one follicle that looks to be a decent size. The follie we’re placing this month’s hopes on was an acceptable 17mm in size on Monday’s scan. I may as well have taken a smaller dose, since I got the same results on the smaller dose too. Damnation. Why, oh why, couldn’t I respond to fertility meds like normal ladies would?? Any other person who took that much of Gonal-F would have had enough viable follies to start her own football basketball team, for Pete’s sake. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong – I’m grateful that I don’t have OHSS or anything of the sort. But… why not more than one follicle? Just once? Still, I did get pregnant last time with just one follicle, didn’t I? It could happen!
Please, y’all keep your fingers crossed that this IUI works, and that we get a real, live, healthy take-home baby. I know all the statistics. I know they’re certainly not as in my favor as they would be if I were five (or ten years!) younger. Still, we could be that couple who succeeds, right?
I don’t even want to think about what we’d do (or not do) if this doesn’t work this time around. I know it’s ridiculous not to think about it, but it’s not like I don’t know what could happen. It’s not like I haven’t been there, done that. La, la, la! I’m not listening!
I was thinking about it, and if I do get pregnant this time around, the baby’s due date will be around August 1st. Not exactly ideal, from a teaching perspective or a weather perspective, but don’t think I wouldn’t take it in a nanosecond! I can handle a third trimester in the sweltering heat and humidity of July and August in Texas, ’cause I know what the (likely?) outcome would be. Hell, if someone could guarantee that it would work, I’d do it standing on my frickin’ head, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway… I worked at the Fall Festival here at our school last weekend, to earn some of those much-needed internship hours I require to satisfy the 140 hours required for my Masters degree in Educational Administration, and to qualify to take the test to become an administrator. I do enjoy teaching, but I certainly don’t see myself in the classroom until can I retire in about 900 years. I believe I will be a good admin, but that test we have to take to get the certification is nasty, y’all. Ugg-gah-lee. I generally don’t do much (read any) studying for a test like that, because there’s really no way to prepare. However, this time, I at least need to see a practice test, to see what it’s going to be like. There’s just. so. much. material. It’s mindboggling how much crap they expect us to know and remember. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that this certification exam has me concerned, even thought the test isn’t until next Spring or early Summer.
What can I say? I worry, therefore I am.
Wish me luck tomorrow, please. Ten years of trying is long enough. Really and truly.