Unlucky No.4...

Well, today should have been a prescribed turkey basting, but yesterday I went for my blood test and the nurse rang me back with some unexpected results. My estrogen levels had actually dropped instead of increasing, which is not what should be happening if you're on Femara. So they cancelled this cycle.

Weird.

Now I have to call back on Monday and book another appointment with my doctor. I guess the stars haven't aligned for me this month after all.

Lucky No. 4?

Femara, also similar to Clomiphene

Well, we've started our fourth IUI.

This will be my second chemically assisted turkey basting. I take 2 Femara tablets each day from day 2 to day 6. I've been a bit scatter brained, so I forgot on day 2, but we'll see how we go. Last month I got really bad headaches while I was taking them, but they haven't been too bad this time. I've just been on this emotional tight rope instead! I was ready to tip either way on day 4. Poor hubby. Poor dogs. I called one of my dogs a shithead for jumping to greet me that morning. What kind of mother talks like that to her fur-babies? That behavior is so unlike me.

Other things in our life have really turned around for us this week, so we're both feeling very positive and optimistic. Hopefully that will help with a positive outcome for us at the end of this month.

Cross fingers!

Back to the fertility drawing board

So, around August I decided it was probably time to go back to Concept to see what the doctor says. A quick trip to the GP for a new referral and couple of check up blood tests later, we find ourselves back where we left off.

An IUI was scheduled and it was all done and dusted last weekend. I'm always a bit apprehensive beforehand where Hubby's involvement is concerned, as he's not the biggest fan of medical, fiddly bits. But he was pretty supportive with very little resistance, so that put me at ease a little. He comes in during the turkey basting procedure and reads a magazine or watches me squirm uncomfortably on the table. Yeah, it seemed a little weird at first, but I'm glad he's there while I have to lay there for 20 minutes afterwards because it helps me keep my game face on.

We both enjoyed a fantastic breakfast at the cafe down the road afterwards, and that helped to lift the mood a little. And the weekend carried on...


And now the wait...I don't normally go in for the pregnancy blood test, I just wait it out to see if nature takes it's course. But I might do it this time. It will save me the expectant wait which peaks around Day 27. Oh! Those last days suck so bad!