Let's just jump right into things, shall we. Over the last month or so, we have covered day three blood work, new patient appointments, HSGs, ultrasounds and the tubey thing from hell. We have almost completed our, in my opinion, quite informative blog near takeover about infertility treatment and how it helped me to regain control of my life. Seriously, when you want a baby the way that I want a baby, it consumes you. It makes you a crazy person and since sitting down with Dr. Levy, I have felt like a human again. I have my relationship with Brandon back to normal where we can talk about things other than my desire to have a baby. The thing is, as you know from my crazy rantings, I want a baby something serious and I can't control that desire at all, I can't just make it go away, but I can have control over how that desire makes me feel and FINALLY, I have that control again.
The Thursday after our first sit down with Dr. Levy, Brandon did his semen analysis. The man has swimmers and they look good, but we'd like to see more of them. Unfortunately, there really isn't much more to say than that. He has that one little shining moment... well, for now anyways. And honestly, his role in this thing is much bigger, my husby has been an incredible source of support for me during this process, but I will try to steer clear of the mushy gushy today. I did the ultrasound that Dr. Levy requested on the Friday after our appointment with him. My lining looked great, my follicles looked great, I had a great AFC (antral follicle count), and it looked like I was about to ovulate. Shoot. Seriously?
To do a quick breakdown: we did day three blood work on day two (which is fine - day three blood work can be drawn on days two, three or four), on day five I repeated the prolactin blood work, on day eight I had an MRI, on day twelve I had my HSG and we had our new patient consult with Dr. Levy, on day fourteen Brandon did his semen analysis, and on day fifteen I did an ultrasound and I was ovulating. Holy crap - talk about information overload. That's a lot to process in just over two weeks. What was the plan? Intrauterine insemination. (If you don't know what that really means - stay tuned, I will be explaining that in one of my next posts.) So we knew that I was ovulating, what better time to do the IUI.
Before a patient goes through an IUI cycle, they need to sign consents and do infectious disease blood work. The consent is basically just saying that you understand what your treatment is and you are consenting to the different levels of treatment. So now that we've had information overload, we have to sign a piece of paper saying that we are ok moving foward with the next steps? Ok, sounds good. Then the blood work has to happen. All patients need to have infectious disease blood work done.
So now I had to explain to Brandon that we were going to do an IUI in two days and that he had to go to LabCorp that afternoon because he needed to do blood work. He was less than thrilled. He had no time to process, no time to understand, no time to let everything sink in. Obviously, I was able to process this much faster than Brandon was, but that's because it's what I do for a living. I was insensitive about this. Why wouldn't Brandon just sign the piece of paper that puts us one step closer to the end game? It's a lot to process, that's why. I was an asshole. Regardless of me being such a jerk, Brandon, my ever loving husby, came around, did the blood work and signed the consent so that we could move forward with the IUI.
That Saturday (aka two days later) we did the IUI. What happened after that? Something that I am miserable at... we waited.