It has been a whirlwind few months since we started the fertility process. More people have been up in my lady business in the last three months than ever before. Sometimes, they've brought people to watch.
That's right. My lady business gets spectators.
There have been doctor appointments, specialist appointments, ultra sounds, shots, counting, waiting, catheters, lights, cameras, and action.
Not quite the action I was hoping for when trying to conceive.
The Guy has been with me every step of the way. He even comes to the doctor's office when the proceedure is going on. I keep telling him I want him to wait in the hallway so I can say I got pregnant when he wasn't in the room, but he stays anyway. So it's just him and me, with my legs up in the air waiting for time to pass.
The first month, I tried to follow the rules -- no caffeine, no Coke, no suishi, no stress. When the time came, my cycle was right on time. I was disappointed, but not heartbroken. We had three tries, after all.
This month, I said to heck with the rules. I still didn't drink Coke, but I had coffee every other day. We got a rush on the proceedure because it looked like my body was ready.
Turns out, it wasn't.
So, Monday we got the call that we had to do it all over again. The second try was a wash, so the third would be ahead of schedule. In we went for another bout of "don't bother being gentle, just shove it in there" with the sadistic nurse practitioner and a quick "Hope all goes well" as we head out the door.
Now we wait. I'm trying to have no expectations while I wait because I don't want to be excited only to be disappointed. When the time comes, if it isn't what we hoped, then we come up with a new plan. We have options. They just cost a ton of money. From $3000 for the simple, to $15000 for the complicated, to $50000 for the adopted.
Thank God kids are free once you birth them, right?