In the Beginning...

Someday this whole science experiment (we often refer to our Baby-making adventure as "The Science Experiment") will be behind us, and we'll have a healthy and happy baby, who will grow up into a healthy and happy, curious child, who will someday ask "Where do babies come from?"
On that day, I will not flinch, I will not falter, and I will bravely say "When two people really love each other and want to have a baby, they go to a Doctor, and go into separate rooms..."

Back to the Grind

I would say my vacation was a success, as far as avoiding thinking about my uterus. I mean, I did think about it a few times, but I wasn't depressed about it. And IvoryBoy and I were able to relax and enjoy ourselves.

Apparently my mom thought about my uterus though and bought me a fertility totem on her vacation... I can't wait to see it - she says that salmon is a symbol of fertility and that I should eat more of it. Too bad I only like lox...

And now for something Completely Different

I was horrified to hear about today's events at the Holocaust Museum in Washington DC. So much so, that the first thing I spoke about in therapy tonight was that.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the family of the security guard. May his memory be a blessing. I know that's not much comfort to the family in their grief, but his bravery will always be remembered.

Taking a Month Off?

I've now gone through 5 cycles of Clomid therapy to try to conceive. We went through our first IUI procedure this month, (Intrauterine Insemination) hoping that it would be more effective. This afternoon, I found conclusive evidence that this cycle did not work. When I came out of the bathroom with tears in my eyes, IvoryBoy took me in his arms and said "It's ok, we'll try again."
I know it's not unusual for couples treating infertility to go through years of therapies before conceiving (or eventually choosing adoption to add to their families) so I'm not surprised that it didn't work yet. Just disappointed.
For the last few days I've felt this coming, and have been trying to adjust.
As IvoryBoy and I started discussing logistics for the next cycle, we realized that we'll be on vacation the week we'd need to do the next IUI. Pending a conversation with the Reproductive Endocrinologist, we'll skip this month and try again in July. So our vacation will be a week of relaxation, and spending time together without trying so hard. Which is actually probably a really good thing. And it'll be a month off from all of the medications, so maybe I'll feel a little calmer...
And then I got an email from a friend saying that Michelle Duggar was pregnant with Triplets. And I thought to myself - why does she get to have 20 babies and we haven't gotten one?