This was just one headline of last week's excursion to Colorado. I was in Denver from Sunday to Thursday for a training, and on Thursday night I joined Liz at a beautiful home in a resort area in the mountains. The smell of the fresh air, the feeling of the sunshine on my face, the sweet mountain breeze, and the company of my favorite person were the perfect end to a week spent alone staying in a less-than-luxury hotel. Although I did get to visit the Denver Botanic Gardens while there to view the Chihuly blown glass sculpture exhibit, and it was spectacular. Here are a couple pics to prove it!
Being away temporarily took my mind off the difficulties of figuring out timing barriers to insemination. We knew that my training was going to fall right when I should be ovulating, and when you're going the route we're taking there are multiple monitoring appointments to get a good look at the follicles, increase any medication dosages if necessary, and then inseminate at the first sign of ovulation. We weren't able to get the prescription for Letrozole (to help my follicles grow) before I left for Colorado, which was frustrating because I tried but it hasn't been pre-authorized with my insurance company by my doctors. So, off I went to Colorado feeling like we had missed our opportunity because I figured that might body might ovulate on its own while I was away. Well, it didn't, so here's what happened...
Upon returning, I went to Columbia on Tuesday for an ultrasound to see what was really going on in there, and for better or worse, my body still refuses to ovulate on its own. And while this is frustrating in some respects, it actually works in our favor in others. Because I don't ovulate (due to PCOS), I am not tied to the tight schedule of cycles that most other women are. Since I had no follicle growth and my uterine lining was still thin, Dr. Ruddick (our favorite doctor) prescribed Letrozole for me and said that I could start that night. After a round of 5 days, I will go back in, get ovulation triggered using Ovidrel (a shot I give myself in the belly), and then return the next day for insemination. All of this to say that we didn't have to miss a cycle thanks to my crazy, rule-breaking body.
But before we inseminate for the third time, we are going tomorrow to have another HSG done to see if my left Fallopian tube is blocked. In my first HSG in February, it showed up in the scan that my tube looked a bit pinched but they couldn't be sure if that meant there was blockage or if it was just a muscle spasm in reaction to the catheterization procedure. So, now we're gonna find out once and for all if those little swimmers have a working tunnel to my uterus or if we will have to provide them with an alternative route.
And here's hoping that this procedure doesn't have the same effect as the last one in February when I blacked out at the dentists' office following the HSG and was almost taken away in an ambulance. Fingers crossed!
So, here we are. Hopeful. Wishing. Wanting. Waiting. And loving each other through it all. Liz continues to love me through my emotional roller coaster of excitement, frustration, anger, hope, fear, and everything in between. And that feels like everything right now😊
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