This Is How Our Babies Are Made

So these last few days have been going super fast. I wanted to post on Tuesday like I normally do, but I had my ultrasound appointment. Then it was the Fourth of July, and I figured I’d wait to post until Saturday because Friday was my I.U.I. I’m going to go over everything in this one post, because I’m already behind, so bare with me. 

The day I started my period, I called the infertility clinic. They wanted to see how everything looked on the third day of my cycle, which went well. I was prescribed 50mg of Clomid. Three times a day for the next five days. July 3rd was my follow up appointment.  Another ultrasound to see how well my body responded to the medication. I was getting nervous because the first time I was on Clomid my body didn’t release any follicles (eggs). So I was a little anxious to see how many I produced this time. The symptoms were much more noticeable than they were the first time. I guess I was emotional because my husband made a comment about how I’d be crazy for the next few days. All I can remember was being sad, my husband tends to exaggerate. I was really emotional the second day, crying about everything and anything. Third day it subsided, but I had hot flashes which didn’t calm down until the last day. This is all normal. It’s what we remember going through the first time we were getting ready for an I.U.I. 

Monday was the fifth day of Clomid. Tuesday was the ultrasound to see how many follicles I had and check the size of them. They do this to determine if they are mature for fertilization. I was pleased to know that my body did what it was suppose to on the first cycle of Clomid. I’m not sure how my husband would feel if I had to be on it for another five days. But all was well. The doctor didn’t say how many I produced but that I had three follicles that were a decent size. So that was a relief. The last time I had two follicles, one was mature but the other wasn’t. And of course I had a meltdown, I kept thinking there was something else wrong with me but then I had follicles the next time. Minor tantrum for no reason. With three follicles that were healthy for fertilization I was given the green light to setup my I.U.I. 


They scheduled me on July 6th for the I.U.I, and I had to give myself the HCG trigger shot on the Fourth of July at 10 p.m. It was painful for a minute, and tender for a few days. Thursday I stressed about Friday, and wished that the day would just end. Friday morning we woke up and got ready, I felt really sick. Nausea, bloating, and some strong cramps. It was horrible but I managed to put a full face of makeup and I curled my hair. By the time I got done it was after 10 a.m., it was time to head out to the clinic. They wanted me to have a full bladder, but not to the point where I couldn’t hold it. So at 10:30 I drank a bottle of water. On top of nausea and cramps, I had a full bladder, walking was very uncomfortable and the 112 degree weather didn’t help either. We waited about 10 minutes before the doctor came in, he asked if we had any question to which we replied “no”. He began and before my husband could make another inappropriate comment, it was over. They have you lay down for 10 minutes. After the 10 minutes you’re allowed to empty your bladder. I would have to say that is one of the most satisfying feelings ever.  I start my Endometrin  (progesterone) on Monday. I can take an HPT (home pregnancy test) on the 22nd of July. 


I know this is brief, but I wanted to share what has been going on as soon as possible. And since it happened so fast, I thought it’d be a good idea to include all of our appointments in one post. I did upload a new video on our Youtube channel, and I mention that my blog is a better way to keep updated with doctor visits since videos are time consuming. So this post is  current with where we are in our infertility journey. Now that the procure is over, the worst part is about to begin. The two week wait. HCG is the pregnancy hormone and will be in my system for about 10 days from injection. I know if I were to take an HPT, it would most likely give me a false positive. So now we wait.

Love, Mama