Next Steps: pop some pills, make some babies. Maybe?

Good Morning Gals!

Yesterday I slept about two hours-- I kept thinking we'd go to the doctor and find out Chris' sperm was nothing but duds. In my experience, doctors have always shared test results over the phone;thus, I expected my OB/GYN would easily share Chris comes from a long line of studly breeding capabilities. At least that's what he (Chris) told me. But last week when I called to have the results explained the nurse replied coolly,"Dr. So-So (I never asked if I could use her name publicly)would like to discuss the results in person."

My stomach dropped into my toes and took a full week to return to my ample mid-section. So for a week I sat twiddling my thumbs wondering if we both were contributing to the fertility problem. But the torture was fleeting. Yesterday as we sat for the first time together in the OB/GYN's office, Chris learned his proclamation was true-- his swimmers are fine. Me on the other hand...

As I sat comfortably in the stir-ups (I shouldn't be so relaxed about it I know), I couldn't help but thinking, maybe today she'll poke up there and miracle of miracles "You're pregnant!" Like in the movies right? But alas, my annual finished with little event and I was sent packing.

But for the first time at the beginning of the appointment I realized how Chris and I are truly on the same page with this. He asked more questions than me, wrote stuff down and took note of little things that I seemed to let float by. The doctor congratulated us for being a team on this--- I think she didn't give the results over the phone just to make sure my husband was in the picture too. His presence in the room seemed to give her more comfort than he afforded me.

But here's the hope after yesterday:

I will start taking Clomid, a drug designed to trick your brain to tell your body ovulate. I will take this medication for three months. I take the "progesterone test" each month and on cycle day 5 I take the Clomid until cycle day 9. I count the days until the next time I should expect a period-- no period take a pregnancy test. Not pregnant. Start the process again. The hope is in that three month period I conceive. If there's no such luck then I go back to discuss more invasive and non-health insurance covered care. In that case our quest stops. Both Chris and I decided we can't afford to pay thousands and thousands of dollars for those procedures at this point in our lives. It sickens me to think of the money and anguish couples go through due to the high costs of infertility care. But that's for another blog entry.

So now you are all updated on the progress. Keep your fingers crossed....I know I am.