unexplained

It's not easy to log in to your medical chart and see the diagnosis "Unexplained Infertility" as part of your history. 

I guess I'm officially part of the club no one wants to be apart of.

Talk about a gut punch. 

We had our dreaded, but anticipated, "Year Mark" appointment with our fertility specialist and his team yesterday (via telehealth, of course, cause Covid). We had to make it to the year mark before they would recommend any sort of treatment or medication. I didn't think we'd make it here because I thought we'd just get pregnant naturally. Well, we now enter into our 13th cycle of trying. 

Our fertility team is suggesting that we try this one last cycle naturally and then move forward with IUI and Clomiphene. 

While I feel happy to be at the point where we can take further action, I also feel sad to be at the point where that's even an option. 

In May, for my next cycle, I will take Clomid (Clomiphene) for cycle days 3-7. I will then have an ultrasound to see what my eggs are looking like from the Clomid on day 12 or 13. From there, they will let me know when Dan will need to administer my trigger shot (this will trigger me to ovulate). 24-36 hours following the shot, we will go in for the IUI, where the sperm sample will be "washed" and they will insert the good sperm right where they need to be. Nice and cozy by the eggs. 

We'll try this process for 3 or 4 cycles. Then we'll move to the next option - IVF. I sure hope we don't have to get to that point. 

Wow, right? 

Really just can't believe we are to this point. Like, we're 1 in 8. We're going to be one of those couples who has to pay thousands of dollars and go through an emotional roller coaster to get our baby here. Hopefully. It's not even a for sure. It's about a 12-15% chance each cycle we try this process. 

I'm somewhere in between excited, hopeful, trying not to get my hopes up, and scared as hell. 

Here we go, babe. Hang on tight.