File this under How This Happened. And I'm not talking about the whole when a man and woman love each other very much...
I started seeing the infertility specialist at the beginning of August. They decided to do intrauterine insemination (IUI) with "injectibles." Yep. The shots in the gut. That was tons of fun. Still, we were only supposed to have a 1 in 3 chance of it working. Knowing we couldn't afford more than one cycle, that was somewhat depressing.
The financial aspect of it was staggering. There was the doctor part of it, plus the thousands for the drugs, plus the monitoring during my first trimester. I can't imagine what it's like for people who need multiple cycles or IVF.
Speaking of money, I can see why it's so expensive. During the first cycle I went in for an ultrasound to check my ovaries and see how many follicles were developing twice a week. They needed to be careful lest we become Ryan and Kate + 8. They said if there were too many they would "cancel the cycle." Of course, we agreed, but that would have sucked even more since we could only afford one cycle.
Timing was also a huge issue. The timing for the inseminations were based on how my follicles developed and how much of the meds they were giving me. They didn't want to do it too fast, but doing it slowly meant the beginning of school might interfere with everything. For a while there, it looked like it would be the first day of school. I was trying not to tear my hair out--you just can't miss the first day of school. Can't. You would pay for it the rest of the school year.
Turned out they did the trigger shot to trigger ovulation on Weds. night before school started. On Thursday and Friday mornings I went in for the inseminations. My doctor dared to be on vacation so they sent me out to their satellites in the suburbs and I was not impressed. Both places made me wait HOURS. What the eff is the point of making an appointment if you're going to make me wait that long. And all of this was supposedly very time-sensitive. Argh.
The procedure itself was short and uncomfortable but not really painful. Like a Pap smear or something like that. After lunch I went to school and tried to get my room in order as much as I could without bending or lifting or anything like that--just in case.
10 days after the insemination (the ones in the dr.'s office and, ahem, the traditional way so we'll never know where it happened), I went ahead and peed on a stick. It was negative. I cried and cried and cried. I knew that was our only shot, so probably that meant no baby ever. Ryan held me and told me he so wanted to give me a baby. I went to school like a zombie.
Before bed, just to torture myself, I went and pulled the pee stick out of the trash. It was positive! What the heck? Was I just too impatient? (Likely. Very likely.) The next morning I took another test and although it was still light it was positive. I went to the doc after school and had a blood test done. A few hours later, I got a call saying, "Congratulations!"
My I'm-Sorry flowers that turned into Holy-Cow-We're-Going-To-Be-Parents flowers:
Do you think it's safe to throw out all the needles and meds that are still hogging our crisper drawer in the fridge?