Another ungodly early day on Sunday showed two perfect follicles (whew), but one dangerously thin uterine lining. It was 0.55mm where in the past it had always been 0.83mm or more. 0.6mm is apparently the cutoff for continuing with an IUI cycle - another measurement to learn and obsess about. Another side effect of the drug that was supposed to be helping me to conceive.
That afternoon my wife and I drank champagne and ate far too many delicious, sugary carbs at a friend's bridal shower. Enjoy it while I can, I figured. The next morning, for the first time ever, I forgot to set the alarm. I was slow to wake, but when I poked my wife in the arm she bolted awake and asked what time it was. Seven o'clock, I said, at which point she gasped that we had to be at Mt. Sinai in fifteen minutes. I don't think either of us have ever moved so fast.
We were just ten minutes late, and the blood tech hit my vein on the first try. Dr. Arthur laughed when she took my measurements during the u/s. "What did you do in the last 24 hours?" she asked. "This is an incredible difference for one day, your lining is now 0.78mm. I'm not just saying this, it looks beautiful." We beamed, and the details of this cycle began to sink in. I had two perfect follicles of equal size and maturity, one on each side. This meant there would be no losing half the sperm as they swam up the "wrong" tube, because we had a ticket for both routes. The lining would support implantation, my levels were all where they should be, and this will surely be our best chance yet.
Make that our last best chance. I don't feel that I can continue to put my body, my brain, and my relationship through this process any longer. I also can't keep flying in a holding pattern at my job at a floundering company, feeling as though I can't search for something new when my hope is to be pregnant any day.
I can hardly focus on anything else aside from this process, and my emotions are all over the place. My wife called me over to the sofa where she sat last night, and cautiously expressed her excitement and intense desire for this cycle to work out. We held onto each other and talked about our dreams.
I was the last of my friends to marry, and I will (hopefully) be the last to become a parent. I have seen friends, coworkers, and some strangers in the news who should honestly have never been allowed to procreate, pop out babies like it was the most natural thing in the world. I have had to be supportive and excited while hiding my own jealousy as woman after woman I know announced her pregnancy. I am filled with fears, and doubts, and longing.
Tomorrow is the big day. I am setting myself up for the biggest heartbreak imaginable, but I must believe this is my time. Our turn. The beginning of the next chapter in our life together. I want my child to come into being in an environment filled with love, and happiness, and hope. And so I will treat this once again as a done deal, and believe that tomorrow we are making our baby.
Come on, little one, just get here. We're waiting for you.
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