I’ve been referred to a fertility clinic, as my OB/GYN doesn’t think there is too much more she can do after having received my husband’s test results. However, since insurance will not cover a penny of fertility treatment, we’re taking it slow.
The first bloodwork I had showed an extremely low progesterone level, probably indicating I wasn’t ovulating. An ultrasound didn’t send up any big red flags, though things weren’t exactly as they should be. I was put on progesterone treatment in hope that I would become more “regular.” Seemed to work… the first month. The next month my bloodwork did show that I may have ovulated. Yay! But wait… then we got my husband’s results. Good testosterone levels, low sperm count, very low motility—not a complete infertility trifecta, but still not the news we were hoping.
So, while numerous friends have buns in the ovens, we can’t even get ours to preheat!
Some days are better than others. My soul honestly yearns to be more like Paul in dealing with struggles. I try to take comfort in knowing God’s grace is sufficient. That when I am weak, then I am strong. But sometimes the conversations of pregnant baby flutters, the monthly letdowns, the bleak test results… they get to be very hard to bear.
While the blog seems rather gloomy thus far, I really have been doing well. :) I have complete faith that we are meant to be parents and that God is preparing us to be amazing parents, helping to bring about His will in this world. We’re just trying to get an understanding of how we’re supposed to go about doing that. Whether it’s IUI, IVF, adoption, miraculous natural conception, or what have you, I have the utmost faith that His plan is better than anything I could imagine. Until then, I’m working on leaving the worrying, heart-aching and unsettling at His feet