Today we got some news that has left me without direction for the first time since we started down the crazy rabbit hole of trying to conceive. Wisehubby visited Dr. B(alls) and found out that despite his surgical repair three months ago, his count, density, and morphology all stayed the same--bad. His motility rose slightly, but it is still well below normal, as well.
Originally, Dr. B(alls) told us that we could think about IVF six months after the surgery. Today, he recommended nine. NINE! That means that the soonest he recommends trying again based on Wisehubby's recovery is September. That will be almost full year after our first IVF try, two and a half since we started actively trying to conceive, and three and a half years since I went off of birth control pills.
On top of everything else, I don't even know if we could do September. I am a school teacher, and my work schedule is very inflexible. It was incredibly hard and painful to work through my last cycle, both physically and emotionally. I do not know if I want to do it again. Part of psyching myself up for a second, more aggressive, round of treatment was the knowledge that I would be doing it from the comfort of my living room on vacation; I could wallow with my swollen ovaries all day long.
That means that, if we follow the advice of the man who knows best, we may not get a chance to conceive until summer 2013. The thought of that GUTS me.
All of this to say, now what? Where do you go from here?
To bed.
