I've been awaiting one phone call since my last doctor appointment, and it came today. I have an appointment made with a new specialist on Wednesday the 21st at 11:30 AM. I've been eagerly awaiting this call, but now that it has come, I'm terrified. My stomach has come alive with a thousand little butterflies dancing around. The doctor I'm seeing specializes in my type of cases. I should be encouraged, but right now I am nervous. I'm just not sure I can handle much more bad in this journey.
I was realizing today that right now, and for awhile, infertility has ruled my life. Even when I try to do other things, it all comes back to this. I want to make plans to do stuff, but I have to make sure I bring my medicine to take, or if it is injection day, I have to make sure that I have a way to keep it cold if I need to leave, and that I'm able to get to a bathroom or private room so I can stab my own stomach. My next step is going going to get more involved. I don't know to what extent yet, but it will include daily injections. I know diabetics deal with this, but I am often times gone for large periods of the day when I am out, and that is too long for my medicine to go without being in the fridge. This is all a lot of work, but if I get a baby I know it will be worth it. Yet each cycle that I go through right now has a less than 15% of getting me pregnant, and an even less chance of not ending in miscarriage.
I have some days that I feel alright, and I feel hopeful, and I don't mind all these procedures, shots, and medicines. Other days I just want to cry because it all seems unfair. I watch all around me as friends seem to get pregnant from their first try. I talk with friends who share with me that they are ready to try, either with their first or for their next, and just a few short months later, they are pregnant. There are no issues, not problems. Just two people who love each other, who share there love in intimacy, and BAM!, baby is here nine short months later. I get to watch as two really do become one, and their love for each other (and sometimes just a damn oops!) gives them a baby.
Some days the fact that I feel that it isn't our love creating a baby really saddens me. I feel myself being weighted down that for as love as my husband and I have for each other, it just doesn't seem to be enough to create that extra life. I will shed my tears. Then of course my wonderful husband, who is always my strength, reminds me that our journey has shared more love then any couple can have. Despite the medicines, the injections, and the unromantic encounters, if we manage to have that miracle, that baby will have been made with so much love, there is no way s/he can be a strong and wonderful human!
The other day I was reminded at the miracle of a baby by my wonderful friend Endo Journey, with her blog post The Fragility of the Miracle. I was reminded no matter if this baby is created by a fertile women, or with the help of science for an infertile women, a baby is a miracle. The ability for 2 small part of a couple to grow and multiply into a tiny little human is amazing.
While I am nervous for our upcoming new path, my hope is being renewed.