Switching it up.

Despite the undisguised bitterness over January’s negative result, I’m beginning this cycle with some modicum of optimism.  I may not have been humming a happy tune or skipping down the hallway as I headed towards Clinic One this morning, but I also wasn’t kicking my feet against the taupe tiled floor.  Enough is shifting this cycle to make it feel like we’re doing something different, not just expecting a different outcome with the same steps.

Of course most things haven’t changed between January and February.  Heterosexist Receptionist greeted me by name in the same, slightly nasal, voice as always.  The blood draw technician, not the blood drawing miracle worker, still couldn’t find a vein in my arm.  I ran into the same acquaintance in the waiting room.  Dr. Text rushed down the hallway at the same frantic pace.  But some things were different.

There were the small things that make every visit to Clinic One different enough to write about: the Christmas tree was finally gone, replaced by a chair, and the blood draw technician told me that riding a bicycle would make my ovaries shrink.  In addition to running into my acquaintance, I also ran into two actual friends– a couple, there for their first visit.  (“Oh, you know them?”  Heterosexist Receptionist said, with surprise) and I sat with them as they filled out their paperwork and I waited for Dr. Text.

Then there were the bigger things, like my visit with Dr. Text.  Though his race down the hallway hadn’t slowed over the past couple of weeks, his first words as he sat down at the desk and opened my file were, “Now let’s go through this very slowly”.  It turns out that a slow read of five months worth of medical documents takes five minutes for Dr. Text.  As he settled on to January’s paperwork, he told me that he thought it was time to try medication.  He explained that, if somebody asked, he wouldn’t be able to say I was infertile– that, in fact, he didn’t actually think that I was.  But, he continued, he understands that this is costing a lot of money and, repeating one of his oft used lines, he can’t just tell us to go home and have sex.

Dr. Text raised the issue before I could, but I had been planning on asking.  As a person who generally considers taking two Advil excessive, I find the idea of fertility drugs disconcerting.  After three months of trying, there’s really nothing to suggest that I’m infertile and not just unlucky.   At the same time, I’m learning very quickly just how emotionally and financially draining this process can be.  Sea and I have spent thousands of dollars on sperm, procedures and various pills, powders, oils and suppositories with nothing to show for it—not even a lousy t-shirt.  I’m sure the ends will justify the means and our kid will be worth every penny, but we would prefer to get there sooner rather than later.  My health insurance covers medication, including fertility medication, so this increased chance isn’t going to cost any more money.  I left the office with a prescription for Femara.

The other big change for February is our new donor, made necessary by the fact that Mickey retired at the impressive age of 24.  I appreciate having the option to blame other people when situations aren’t going my way, and I’ve decided that blame for the IUI failures to date should be placed squarely on the shoulders of  the young drum circle enthusiast who donated his sperm.  I don’t know whether the sperm was inadequate or fate intervened to prevent the creation of a dangerous killer but, either way, Mickey wasn’t working out.  I’m confident that our new donor—Lefty—will be impossibly virile and using his sperm will result in children who will awe everybody with their impressive accomplishments and bent towards pacifism.

New month, new meds, new donor– here’s hoping for new results.

Total Ultrasound Count: 25

10 thoughts on “Switching it up.

  1. I think you should write a book, and the title of your book should be “25 Ultrasounds” (or however many you ACTUALLY end up with). I am glad you are having some optimism. I FEEL optimistic for you two! It’s going to work!! Soon!!

  2. I’m really really looking forward to knowing
    you two through this new stage in the journey … and it was really centering to have you there for the beginning of ours. thank you ❤

  3. I don’t think I can say that Femara is the reason I’m pregnant today, but it probably didn’t hurt. And I had minimal side effects, and my insurance, which does not cover fertility meds, was willing to cover it entirely. (Technically Femara is a cancer drug being used off-label for fertility purposes, after all. It’s possible that my insurance company thinks I had multiple, very short, bouts of cancer, but oh well.) I would warn you that it messed with my ovulation date a little, at least the first couple of times, and I think interfered with how open my cervix got this cycle, but what with the blood work and the ultrasounds and all, that shouldn’t matter for you.

    Here’s to changing things up!

  4. new month, new meds, new donor – what a perfect way to some up the optimism for this month. This month will also mark the beginning of Andrea and my attempt at having our child. Its our first insem month! Let’s hope for positives for both of us. When’s your expected date of attempt?

  5. I think we should make a t-shirt! What should it say? We’re going for round 2 this weekend…but I’d really like to use the money to go on a big holiday. It’s all going to be worth it soon! Just keep swimming! Big love and happy v day!

  6. I think we should make a t-shirt! What should it say? We’re going for round 2 this weekend…but I’d really like to use the money to go on a big holiday. It’s all going to be worth it soon! Just keep swimming! Big love and happy v day!

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