No News Isn't Good News

So, still not pregnant. We have been officially trying for six months now. And of course, I am feeling frustrated. That is the understatement of the century. This past month was especially bad, considering I was completely convinced that I was, indeed, pregnant. I have been taking a fun variety of hormones to get help with the situation and they have some great side effects, most of which mimic pregnancy. So this past month, sore boobs, extreme fatigue and generally moodiness played a nasty trick on me.

This is the last month of using chlomid and the other oral supplements. My OBGYN thinks that if it hasn't happened by now with that stuff, it isn't going to. So we have upped the ante and Brent went got his boys tested. In typical Brent fashion, he was lighthearted about it, and when he went to the little room, he came armed with his own porn downloaded on his I-Pod, just in case he didn't like their selection!

This week we are going to see the Reproductive Endochronoligist (RE). I am hopeful but also scared. Now I feel like I have to give up hope on conceiving our baby on our own in our bedroom. The next step is likely injectible medications and/or artifical insemination. There just is something a little clinical about getting knocked up in a doctor's office. It is certainly not the way I imagined things happening. But the bottom line is, I want to get pregnant. So we will do what it takes to get there.