When I say it in my head it makes sense that we would be to the point of trying IVF. After all, who wouldn't move to that option after two years of infertility? But when I really think about it, I guess I have some lingering hope that we could still become parents on our own without such drastic medical intervention. Wow. A die-hard, right? But it really is a conflict in my head, part of me feeling that we are waaaayyyyy past due for our family, and part of me feeling that IVF seems like such an extreme and maybe if we try one more month, it might happen for us.
Ok. Maybe not. Medically we are facing two little bitty problems. Numero uno, no ovulation. Numero dos, no functioning tubes. Tiny, right? But both are things that IVF is practically designed to overcome. I have eggs, he has sperm, we just need someone to take them out and put them where they belong. No biggie....Ok wait, maybe there is also Numero tres, possibility of miscarriage/tubal. Which IVF does pretty much nothing for. But still, no biggie, right? (Right? Please please please let that be right...)
One more week and I will head up to Boise to stay with my gracious sister-hostess and get the baseline ultrasound. Two more weeks and I will have a follicle scan to see how those little eggies are growing. Three weeks and those eggs will be out of me and in some laboratory starting to form into multiple cells, and getting ready to go back into me. Four weeks and I will be going CRAZY waiting for the news. Five weeks and I will know if this was all a successful endeavor and we have a baby on the way or if we get to make another plan for making our family. (IVF numero dos? Adoption? Foster care? Who knows!) (Please please please let it work so I don't have to face making a decision between those options!!!)
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