Thought I would dust this old thing off

Seems it has been quite a while since I last “blogged” but some things in my life have made me seek out a healthy way of dealing with them. There really is no good place to start. My wife and I made the decision to start trying again to get pregnant. Our journey began last August, first with a consultation with a fertility specialist (they call it male-factor infertility when female same sex couples are trying to get pregnant) and then right into IUI (intrauterine insemination) starting after my  next period. We did two rounds unsuccessfully and decided to take the holiday months off, as we felt the added stress would make things more difficult. We had a third attempt after the first of the year which was also unsuccessful. We revisited our specialist and she sent me to have what is called a hystersalpingogram (Google it). After having the procedure performed, the attending OB/GYN told me it had been his experience that after a patient undergoes an HSG they typically get pregnant in the next month or two. On April 19th we began our fourth round of IUI. We waited patiently for the day we could take a home pregnancy test. On the morning of May 1st, I got up and did my routine pee on the stick like I had done with the previous three rounds and then hopped in the shower. About half way through, I decided I would check the stick, assumes no what would no doubt be another failed effort. Much to my surprise, it read YES! We were finally going to be mamas. I quickly finished my shower, grabbed my towel and burst down the hallway, yelling to Bec to wake up. I could hardly get it out through the tears of joy and excitement! I told Bec we were going to be mamas and we cried and hugged for what seemed like forever. I headed into work that day, floating on cloud 9. I called the fertility clinic that morning and they sent me to have blood work done to check my hCg levels. This was the first of three blood draws I had to have done over the next week. After the third draw with my levels rising appropriately, they scheduled an ultrasound to confirm what we had hoped was true. We went to our appointment and were relieved when we heard he words “there’s your baby!” We were over the moon excited and had officially graduated from REI.