Today marks the start of my sixth IUI cycle. I have mixed feelings about that. On one hand: Yay! Cysts are gone! Another chance to get pregnant! On the other: Hmph. Six IUIs; really? How did I get to be that person, the barren woman with a litter of failed infertility treatments in her wake? Counting our two IVF attempts in with all these IUIs, and it won’t be long before my medicated cycle counts number in the double-digits. When do we just say, “Enough,” and move on? I’ve started to have thoughts like, “If we had started to pursue adoption when we realized we were infertile, we might have a child or even two by now.” But here I take comfort in God’s sovereignty; we’ve sought his will, he’s led us down this path of medical intervention, and he will build our family in his way and time. All those “what if” questions are fruitless; I only need to trust that God is good and he is in control.
So, IUI #6, here we come. I start the Follistim injections today (I think; I need to get a call from the nurse to confirm my instructions), and the actual IUI will probably fall mid-June.
Please, Lord, let this one work.