Tuesday was challenging.
The IUI went okay. Everything about the procedure itself happened as usual. However, Aaron’s numbers were below the preferable range for IUI (motility 31% instead of 50% or greater, a count of 9 million – I think – instead of 10 million or greater). The nurse said the numbers weren’t bad enough to cancel the IUI, but… momentary silence implying that we shouldn’t get our hopes up… So we’ll see. I have an ultrasound tomorrow to check if my ovary size indicates adequate progesterone production, and then we wait until the end of June to test for pregnancy. I know our God is bigger than any statistics, but if the conditions of this IUI are less favorable than our previous five – well, less favorable than a whole batch of negatives equals a pretty poor prognosis of success.
Then, we had bad news on the house front. You may remember we’ve been waiting to hear back in negotiations with the seller to take care of some relatively major issues (water damage, ancient furnace, etc.). Late Tuesday afternoon, the seller (or rather, her lawyer) sent a two-sentence letter “respectfully” declining to do any of the repairs we requested. I was bitterly disappointed. I’ve been trying to prepare my heart for a potential negative outcome and trying not to idolize this particular house, but the groundwork I laid crumbled almost immediately. The door hasn’t completely closed on that home; we did hear a new development from the seller’s lawyer today, and we’re going to get some professional estimates on the work that needs to be done before we make any final decisions. But it’s certainly not turning out to be a straightforward process.
So I’ve been weary. I’m battling unbelief, and I’m disappointed to see how my heart is growing to expect difficulty from the hand of God rather than blessing. (Honestly, my first thought upon getting the IUI and house news in the same day was, “What next, Lord? Are you going to cause one of our cars to explode? What else will you make go wrong?”) I know that he will work this all for my good, and I know that all these things that feel like Plan B to me are part of his best purposes. But right now, I’d like to trade in my Person Who Grows Through Hardship badge for a membership in the People Who May Not Learn A Lot But At Least Life Is Easy club.