On the Verge of Something Big... Maybe

The ball is rolling, baby.

Today we went to the Baby Doc. Our intention was to discuss the results of Muscles' most recent test and our options thereafter. I don't know why I thought that was just another step in the long, grocery-line wait for baby-makin', but it wasn't. It was progress. It was the beginning. It was dangerously hopeful.

We arrived at the fertility center half an hour early. Muscles and I paused outside the door of the center to say a quick prayer for good news. I suppose it worked because I found myself thanking God an hour later. Anyway, they got us signed in. At this particular office, they require a hospital-style bracelet every single visit for both partners. I quickly learned to thrust my bracelet-ed wrist at any personnel for verification of my identity. I suppose that's a good thing. Anyway, a nurse came out to get us nearly before we had a chance to sit down. Sweet.

We were sat neatly in a regular office instead of in a little consultation room like before. I worried immediately that our satisfaction with the center would diminish now that we were actually so close to action. These turned out to be unfounded. Baby Doc came in a few minutes later, the same as he had during our other visits. He told us he was pleased with Muscles' test results. There were a couple of below average numbers, but the most important numbers were adequate or even a bit above average. Doc made his suggestion, which is to try Turkey Bastin' without injectable, invasive drugs. For now. This is significantly cheaper than the type of Turkey Bastin' I thought we would be trying, which involves a series of expensive shots to stimulate my eggies to come out and play. Instead, there are pills to stimulate the eggies.

Then the surprise. (To me anyway)
Doc says, "Okay, so by my calculations, you are currently on Day 3, so I'll give you the prescription and you can begin taking it today. Schedule an ultrasound for next Thursday, and, if the medicine works we will do the procedure next Friday."
I heard Muscles suck in his breath. I looked at him to see if he was still with me. There was an evident surprise and a hint of fear in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows in that what-do-you-think look and he smiled and nodded. We were, we ARE doing this. With that, we left and I did, in fact, start the prescription today.

The chances for any fertility procedure to be a success are really against you. Even IVF success rates are below 50%. This procedure is even lower. It is closer to 10-15%. Still, my fingers are crossed. We're young and mostly healthy. It could work.

Send a prayer up for us, if the postman can get it there in time. Let me amend my thoughts on the fertility process to say this. There IS alot of waiting, but there also seems to be some periods of sprinting. Waiting. Sprinting. Waiting. Waiting. Sprinting. Waiting. I don't know how to adjust to that exactly, but I'm working on it. My fingers are crossed.