As you know, in the evenings I normally go for a walk around the golf course we live on. My route is 3.3 miles and takes me about an hour to walk. This leaves me ample time to collect my thoughts and obsess, mainly about infertility. Tonight was no different. I started my walk and soon my thoughts meandered over to our fertility treatments. Okay, okay, my thoughts never really leave that topic and there was no meandering involved. I just like using that word. Anyway, so I started thinking about what we have done:
*thinking* Four clomid cycles with timed intercourse. These weren't successful (at least I don't think this last cycle was successful. We will see this weekend). What next? IUI's. IUI's with what? We've done four cycles with clomid and this drug tends to kill your lining after a while so we probably won't do that again. Ok, femara. Three IUI's with femara. What if these aren't successful? What next? Maybe a laparoscopy? Or and endometrial biopsy? And after that? IUI's with injectables? Maybe I'm not a good candidate for injectables. I made three or four follicles with each clomid cycle. What would injectables do? I would probably make eight. And they would all probably fertilize and implant. I would be pregnant with octuplets. YIKES! Maybe we could get a free suburban? I would definitely have to get WIC so we could feed all of them. How big would I get? I probably wouldn't be able to carry them past 30 weeks or so. Then they would have to live in the NICU for a couple months. But, I could buy eight of those super cute onesies from cafepress.com. They could leave the hospital in them. What would we name eight babies? We would definitely have four boys and four girls. Andy, Logan, Kyle, Colby, Maya, Chloe, Emilee, Leanne....Then we would have to think of middle names....and I would have to find a different font for some of the names to fit on the Christmas stockings. Christmas with eight babies would be fun....*end thoughts*
And on my thoughts went. It seems even worse when typing it and reading back over it. I think I'm certifiably crazy.
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