When
we got back from Spain, we had some big decisions to make. For the past
several years, Paul and I have been struggling to get pregnant again. We
had been meeting with a fertility doctor, taking tests and trying to figure out
why. The tests came back showing there was nothing wrong with either of
us, which was great on one hand, but also frustrating. With nothing
wrong, there was nothing for us to 'fix' in order to get pregnant. Over
the past year or so we had tried 5 IUI's--Intra-uterine insemination.
Each time was unsuccessful and disappointing. We had tried one last
time--the 5th time--just before going to Spain and we found out there that it
too didn't work. So we talked about other options. I will be honest
that there were times when I just wanted to give up and say that we had one
kid--who was pretty amazing--and we could be okay with that. But then
there were times that I would cry and feel like a failure or that I wasn't
giving Glenn siblings, or whatever. I thought maybe we should just adopt
because for whatever reason, we weren't having more of our own. But Paul
felt like we hadn't done ALL that WE could do. So when we got back from
Spain, we met with the doctor to see what we needed to do in order to start In
Vitro Fertilization or IVF.
The
first step, after ultrasounds to confirm that there were no cysts on my
ovaries--I had to do that with every IUI too--was to take some birth control
pills. They needed to regulate my cycle and be able to make things happen
on certain days.