This blog is intended to help me deal with the issues I am facing with IF(infertility). I release a lot of stress while writing. My hope is that others dealing with IF or trying to get pregnant will be able to read this as well and be able to relate or heck, make you feel better about yourself and your issues. Warning: This blog may contain strong language that may be not suitable for children and easily offended people. With that being said read at your own risk:) You've been warned!

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Yep, that is the only word I can use to describe my ability to blog. My goal for October will be to update this damn thing once a week! Promise........ To get y'all up to date. IUI 1 was a fail. Started Femara last weekend, finished it up on Thursday. Will go in on Tuesday for a follie scan. Feeling kind of good about this cycle for some reason or it could be the couple of beers that I have consumed because tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY..... I usually am a birthday whore, I love my birthday, but this year I am not excited because I orignally planned to be a mom by now. :::Sigh::: On a side note, I got a fabulous purse from my mother today! I love it! Pictures hopefully tomorrow!

Friday, September 3, 2010

My God!

I can't seem to keep up with this thing! So much has happened in the past 3 weeks and I keep forgetting I have this blog. It is going to take sometime to remember that I have one. This past week we completed our first IUI. It was a rollercoaster! To recap the past week:
Went in Tuesday (August 24) for a midcycle ultrasound, doc was please with stimulation but displeased with the size! Went back on the following Friday, still not big enough! This broke my heart because I was really counting on getting the IUI done on the weekend! She asks me if I can come in Monday morning, I grimace but agree. She promised that she wouldn't charge me for this 3rd ultrasound. I really didn't want to go in a third time, not because of costs, but SUB PLANS! I hate being gone from my classroom, especially so early in the year, but I HATE doing sub plans, I would rather eat a flaming ball of shit than write those things. Fast forward to Monday morning: go in for a u/s check, follies look great,but lining is not where she wants it to be. She wants us to "trigger" at 9:00 that night. When I say "trigger" I mean a shot in the ass! The hubs and I debated if he could stick me, or if we should have our bestie R. come over and do it because he is a nurse and has some experience in this. Well Hubs was not going to lose points on his mancard so he said he would do it. The injection was Pregnyl, which is a recombinate of hCG---> human chorionic gonadotropin or the pregnancy hormone. It mimics LH-lutenizing hormone that is release to tell you ovaries to release an egg. So to make a hillarious long story short, when we got back from playing sand volleyball he had me lay on the bed. Now to clue you in, I am TERRIFIED of needles, always have been and no matter how many I am going to encounter during this journey, I don't think I will ever get over it. It took him 15 minutes to convince me that is going to be okay. I was bawling and saying " Just give me a minute". In the end after screaming during the injection it was done.
We went in on Wednesday . We started at the RE's office so Hubs could give a sample of his man juice. We were pumped and excited. After a lovely breakfast at VI we returned to get the sample. We head out to the Women's Center, get checked in, naked from the waist down and wait for the doctor. She comes in takes out the sample which came with a semen analysis report. She reads it to herself. I am noticed the concern on her face. She explains the report. Hubs count is way down from last time. The whole sample gave 56 million sperm. Sounds great right... WRONG. After he gave the sample they seperated the sperm from the semen. Then they get rid of all the dead sperm and useless sperm. After all of that we were left with 4 million good sperm. But it gets even worse than that. They look at forward motility or the ability to "swim" forward, they want 80-90% of them to be moving. We had 53%. Which means we only had 2.1 million effective sperm. Hubs was heartbroken, as was I. So now we wait. I can't even feel positive about this one. I just hope that one found its way. I hate this. I really hate this.