Yesterday we found out our third and final IUI had failed. To be honest, I knew Tuesday. Monday night I started to spot which, in some cases, can mean implantation or could just be good old Aunt Flow rolling in to town. I feel as if I know my body and I knew what was going down. Tuesday morning I woke up with stronger symptoms and pretty much knew we were out. To confirm, I took a test that morning just so I could start to prepare myself. The thing is, you can’t prepare yourself for the feelings that overcome you when things don’t go your way.
I never thought that our first IUI would be our answer. I knew conceiving was something we were going to have to spend a little more time fighting for. I also did not think that IUI wouldn’t work for us entirely. I remember thinking to myself that this was just the extra little push we needed to conceive, and then it failed all 3 times.
The past few days have been filled with every emotion possible. I had my blood test yesterday to confirm that we, in fact, were not pregnant. Then I had my IVF appointment 2 hours later. We will start in the next 3 days or so.
IVF is a far more invasive process. One I will definitely get in to in more detail one day soon as I also have a lot to learn. I’m trying to take comfort in knowing that there is a higher success rate with IVF and that we are getting closer to our sweet babe every day.
We could have never imagined this would be our path but it is and we will continue down it until we reach where we are going.