New look, New cycle.

Sorry for the major delay in posts.

I am now going to give you a list of excuses.

1. End of the school year wrapping up.
2. Beginning a new teaching job.
3. Vacation.
4. Selling a house.
5. Deep down, feeling like I need a break from chats and blogs for a while.

Yep, I felt like I maybe needed to try IUI#2 without too much jabbering about it. Sometimes it's a stress relief, other times, it stresses the Hell out of me. And NO amount of stress is good for trying to make baby.

However, now that I know IUI#2, too, is a BFN (Big Fat Negative), I will recap for those of you playing at home. . .

The IUI was my first at the new RE. To make along story short, When DH went in to make his "deposit" the woman who took us to the room was soooooo bizzare that I'm not sure if I could ever really explain her.
She began by explaining in her VERY fast high pitched voice how she was sorry she was late (45 minutes) that she gets lost all the time and that even her younger daughter has to tell her how to find her way around. She was about 40 years old, skinny, had braces, and was the biggest boner-killer --EVER.

Inside the room, they supplied much more than the OB's office. She explained not only did they have a TV with VHS and DVD player, they had "The cabinet 'o porn". When she finally left, I began to poke around. . . Inside was a stack of magazines : Playboy (with a UFC ring girl on the cover), Low Rider (for the more bashful types), and some DIRTY A$$ girl-on-girl action editions. Yep. But that's not all folks! They also had the DVD and VHS collection. . . the names fail me now but I do remember that the VHS was "volume 12" of 'something or other'. Blech.

Thankfully, we needed none of that and DH had 24 million post wash.

Around 10:30 I went in for the IUI. (Scheduled for 9:45am, they were late-- AGAIN). The nurse asked me if I minded if the med student that was shadowing my RE could "come in". I said, "Sure, why not."
When my RE and the doc-in-training came in I thought nothing of it. I was back in the stirrups again, ready to go. But then she sits down in the chair, NOT my RE.

WHAT?!?!? WTF!?!?! I paid the SAME price (800 bucks!) to have this TRAINEE do this?!?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? That is NOT what the nurse said! "Can she come in" is NOT the same as "This chick who still doesn't know what the F#%$ she is doing is going to stick this up your uterus!" NOT. THE. SAME.

But being shocked doesn't put me into action. So this chick did the procedure. Uncomfortable as always and now second guessing how 'accurate this has been'.

Clearly, this whole scenario didn't pan-out the way I was hoping.

Yesterday, I got up in the AM on CD28. I POAS and waited. The brightest SINGLE pink line shows up. I had been feeling crampy for a few days but not as strong as it has been in the past, so I figured I had a decent shot.

I can't blame this on the Trainee, or my RE, or myself. It's just the way it went last cycle.

Onto cycle 12.
At the end of this cycle, we will have been trying for a year. Both with medical help and without. I'm not exactly sure what the next step will be. I remember when we first visited my new RE, he mentioned we would think about moving onto IVF after IUI#3. Well, this cycle IS IUI#3. . . does that mean I am staring IVF/ZIFT right in the face? I'm hoping my RE will give me the tests that are normally done on CD3. He has never done any, yet questions the results from my OBGYN. Strange.

All I know is I feel like I'm doing what I can to get this baby to make it's first appearance in my UTE. IVF is a scary thought, both monetarily, physically, and emotionally. Not to mention the lengthy amount of time it takes. I hope this summer brings me a stress-free pregnancy. But just-in-case, I've begun reading "The Complete Book of International Adoption". One can never be too prepared. . .

Updates when I hear 'em.