The Waiting is the Hardest Part

This is our first full cycle of fertility treatment. I did 5 days of Clomid at 100 mg - and lost my short term memory and my ability to drive. (Sorry DH for the dent in your car.) Then my DH gave me a shot of HcG subcutaneously, which didn't hurt at all until a few days afterward when it hurt like a motherf*cker - seriously, with every step I took my belly ached. The shot was mid-schedule of timed intercourse and I felt my left ovary release the one egg the docs at UCLA had seen earlier on the ultrasound. Finally, I'm on Prometrium vaginal suppositories for the two week wait until I get a blood test to see if the knocking-up occurred.

Which means waiting. And more waiting. Still waiting some more. Have I ever mentioned that I am the least patient person on the planet? Well, I am.

We feel like if it happens this cycle, cool, because one egg typically means one baby and that's what we're aiming for. It narrows our chances of conceiving, but we're committed to the above regimen for two more cycles. Then we're gonna see where we are at.

To be honest, I was thinking we were just gonna go with the Clomid. The shot and the progesterone were actually never mentioned to me until we were at the ultrasound and the UCLA docs laid it all out for us. And suddenly I realized, I'm all in. Yes, I am on disability but straight-up I have the bomb insurance that pays for all of the above and if we do get twins, I may consider staying on disability because a bipolar mom with two babies is like lighting a fuse that may not burn out for years. We'll see.

(An aside: I spoke with and am having a 90 minute consultation with the head of UCLA's Neuropsychiatric Women's Clinic and she concurs with the plan for me to stay on psych meds and she herself will be managing them. Awesome.)

We are inviting lots of baby vibes into our home, more always helps.