Alright, let's get this update out of the way because I've been putting it off long enough. Obviously, I shared with you gorgeous ladies (& Doc) that our last IUI failed. For whatever reason, even though we were hesitant at first to go forward with the IUI after how little response we got out of the Anastrazole, I managed to get myself all worked up into a tizzy thinking that little scrapper follicle of ours was going to produce the most amazing and receptive egg EVER and turn out to be our miraculous and precious lab-love-child. It wasn't to be. For reasons that we mortals (as usual) will never understand. I wish I was one of the enlightened ones from time to time but apparently that dumb-founded look suits me better in His eyes?
With me, I usually only have about three days to be really sad about a failed attempt. I take a test or have my labs done and usually start that day, sometimes before the labs are even back. Something about those tests MUST send out the signal and here comes the Goddess of Endometrium Linings in her gorgeous red chariot (sticking w/ the Gods theme?)... Anyway, back to me being mortally dumb-founded and sad for three days. I usually start some type of new treatment cycle on day three or day five depending on what we're trying and so the sadness is replaced by acceptance, which is replaced by focus, which is then trumped by determination which then blossoms into hope all over again. Rollercoaster anyone? Six Flags has nothing on IF. Fo' real.
So anywho, I called the RE's office to tell them my test was negative since she had me test at home (which still bothers me because I don't feel "important" enough for them to test me in their office and don't they know I need to feel catered to/pampered? I want them to stick me and make me bleed and tell me personally that this didn't work! For those of you that know me, you know why that sounds completely insane - I'm a swooner of the worst kind when it comes to needles, or at least I was in my pre-IF life.) and the nurse called back to let me know they were there if I needed anything and to let them know if we decided to pursue another treatment cycle. Naturally, I jumped right on board and told her we were definitely interested in the next cycle. I told her what Dr. S had recommended at our previous IUI (in case it failed) which was possibly combining the Anastrazole with something else or doing Clomid and injectables. She said she'd call me back after she spoke w/ Dr. S.
She called me back and gave me the kind of news that leaves you dumber-founded for a few days and asking a ton of questions that make you look like a know-it-all and a control-freak all at the same time. She wanted us to try the Anastrazole again. Nothing else. The nurse kept saying how starting injectables takes some time, you have to pre-order the meds, take a class on them, go over payment options, etc. and she kept making me feel like I had been the one to recommend we do that next. All I had done was tell her what Dr. S told us we might try next! So of course, I back-pedal and try to explain that I wasn't PUSHING for injectables, she had just been wondering what Dr. S might want to do so I threw out what Dr. S had told us. Don't you HATE that feeling when someone misunderstands you and the more you try to explain it, the more ridiculous you sound? Sometimes, well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. Ugh.
So, I asked her why we were only doing the Anastrazole after my body didn't respond well to it. She said because it keeps your endometrium thick (triple stripe style) and makes a good environment for the fertilized egg to implant in. I get that. But on Clomid, my endometrium was always thick and my former RE always seemed happy that it looked so great. AND I produced several follicles (which obviously weren't successful, but still). I just don't understand why we are doing this again with nothing else. It feels like a filler month while we move on to injectables. I produce one follie a month on my own. That's not a problem. My endometrium is never super thin. That's not a problem. So why are we doing NOTHING more aggressive than taking these stupid pills that did nothing for me!? And then, to beat it all, she said if THIS fails, we'll move on to injectables but only after we know this fails so that's another month of ordering meds and training and blah blah blah. I wanted to take up the Goddess's tampon shaped trident and smite the nurse through the phone I was so upset!
So, what do you think? I mean should I have pushed for something more aggressive? This is our 35th month of TTC. I'm tired of being so passive. We aren't monitored much, the nurse told me to take an OPK and once positive to schedule my IUI for the next day and I had to ask her if we could have an ultrasound on day 10 or 11 to know how well the Anastrazole was working this month. I just feel hung out to dry or something. Am I being too sensitive here?
I've been a good patient though and I have taken my stupid friggin Anastrazole every day like a good girl and do my best not to get more depressed about the whole situation. Sadness hasn't really turned into acceptance which will hinder focus and determination from making an appearance and probably erase hope completely this month. So, I've decided this mortal stuff sucks.