And Then, Hope

We are now on cycle number eight, month number ten (you do the math) of trying to conceive.  And the beat goes on.

The good news is, we now have what I like to call “A Plan.”  (the capital letters are required).  This Plan is thanks to my gynecologist, who, it turns out, is pretty awesome.  I’ll admit that I went into this most recent doctor’s visit with a good chunk of cynicism in my mind.  I thought the best I might get out of him was a comforting pat on the shoulder and a “these things take time.”  Thankfully, I was wrong.

My gynecologist is a man of action.  This is something I did not notice, and would probably not have appreciated, until now.   He took blood samples and had me get an ultrasound.  He called to talk to me about the results.  He wants me to come back after I ovulate (see below) and take my progesterone levels.  He wants to do everything in his power to help us to get pregnant.  He’s not going to tell us to let nature take its course.  He’s going to help us to tweak things to make them a little easier.

This cycle I have started taking Clomid (actually its generic counterpart, but what’s the difference?  Oh yeah, about $110).  Today, in fact, was my first dose.  I don’t know if it will work a miracle, but I can hope.  You see, I am pretty sure that I have been ovulating every cycle, except maybe one.  It’s just that it takes me a while to get there.  Ovulation is apparently a shy beast.  And Clomid is going to help me catch her.  And maybe for once in my post-pubescent life I will actually have a 28-ish day cycle.  Who knew?

So this cycle, armed with Clomid and a closet full of OPK’s, we are going to make sure to time everything just right.  No action in our bedroom until we know I’m about to ovulate, so as not to waste any of that sacred sperm (see Monty Python and the Meaning of Life, lest you think I am some kind of sperm-worshipping freak.)    This may not be necessary, but I am a woman with A Plan.  And I am going to stick with that Plan.  And hopefully that Plan will give rise to A Baby.

A Baby.  Which is, after all, what this is all about.  I’m ready.  And that is the understatement of the year.

For better or worse, I just might have to take you along with me for the rest of this ride.  Prepare yourself.  And words of encouragement, success stories, etc., are most definitely appreciated.

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