I don't really remember much about seeing my fertility doctor for the first time, other than he intelligence was way over my head as it should be.
It was like he was speaking a foreign language. Thank goodness that Ken could translate a little when we got in the car.
Basically, my doctor switched my meds from Clomid to a similar drug that did not increase my anxiety, but did increase my headaches.
I would take headaches any day over anxiety.
We did this for a few months, with no success and decided to take a break for a couple of months.
Sometimes, mental breaks are good for the soul.
Also, surrounding yourself with a cheering section.
We had so many family and friends praying and encouraging us.
It was nice to know that we had people wishing the best for us.
We finally decided to try IUI's, or what I like to call the turkey baster method.
We had four total. Two just as is and two medicated.
No success and the little flicker of hope was dimming.
At this time, I changed jobs from teaching 8th graders to being an Academic Counselor to 4th, 5th, and 6th graders.
This is probably one of my favorite jobs and a great distraction.
Life is funny sometimes.
You don't know why God chooses to close a window only to open a door. You just go through it and hope for the best.
Around the fall of 2012, we decided to try IVF and was gearing up for that.