With two failed IUI’s, we are ready for a change. Our doctor recommended we try IUI “just one more time.” Some would say yes and give it just one more try. But to me, “just one more time” at IUI is code for let’s get you all hormonal, a little crazy, have two extra appointments and then be let down, again, with a negative result.  I’m tired. I’m exhausted. My body thinks I’m a maniac for what I’m constantly asking it to do and the negative pregnancy tests never get easier.

With that said, my stubborn self told the doctor what I wanted. To not do any more IUI but we are ready for the big guns…ICSI. It’s the step above IVF where the procedure is much more concentrated in the lab, but basically the same routine for us as if we were doing IVF. Instead of IUI code from above, I’m insisting to opt in for getting as hormonal as possible, a lot crazy, have more than two extra appointments, a huge(r) medical bill, two surgeries and a partridge in a pear tree {hopefully} positive result. 

John’s opinion was to “just try one more” because it was what the doctor recommended. But after explaining the reasons behind my opinion, he was right on board. I think it is more difficult for the man to realistically outweigh the pros and cons on those types of decisions because they are not physically manipulated with meds or up in the stirrups all while trying to keep it together. They don’t firsthand suffer the pain of the effects of the medications, the trigger shots, or the hot flashes on top of the constant roller coaster of emotions and fragile feelings. They may not be able to do any of that, but if they listen to you, try to understand, agree with you and support you, that’s exactly all a girl could ask for.

The last couple days have been spent talking to the doctors, scheduling appointments and speaking with my insurance (that I must say, were sent from God to make this journey full of cheerleaders. I seriously love our insurance, which I’ll go into another time.) to get everything in line.

Yesterday, John and I started our antibiotic to make sure there are no infections present as we prepare for the cycle. In true Romeo and Juliet fashion, we both cheers-ed and drank the poison knew we were in it to win it. I also started birth control (control!? I know what you’re thinking… but what?)  to give my ovaries a little relaxation time before they get completely punk’d with their upcoming road.

The doctor prescribed five other medications that I will begin taking in a few weeks so we’re very excited to have this in the works and confident it will be successful, especially since we’re “ideal” candidates! Proof I’m learning to find the positive in everything. Even if it’s a stretch.

With this update, I promise to keep y’all informed on more details but wanted to share our future plans. Please share all the good, the bad and the ugly of anything you know about IVF/ICSI, since I love to know everything possible. And thanks for your prayers. 🙂