E.D. Blogger suggested that injectionables are evil and like crack. The whole medication thing is. Guess what? My doctor wants me to do crack.
He says that since it is clear that I’m ovulating, I don’t need to try Clomid. What I need to do is try injectionables or IVF. Both options yield a 30% chance of twins. I’m becoming more comfortable with the idea. Ever since my very virile double follicle presentation this cycle, I’ve been thinking of my unborn child as “the twins” in my head anyway.
But here’s the crack part: the injections raise my chance of getting pregnant up to about 25%, but the IVF brings it up to 45%. Pass me that pipe! It is soooooo tempting. But since I am broke and partnered with a far more sensible person than myself, I don’t think the IVF is in the cards.
Still tempted to walk into the crack den, I was lucky enough to speak with my sister on the phone last night who tried for ten years to get pregnant including two IVF cycles before she adopted my awesome niece. She asked me lots of questions and in the end said, “Your pipes are clean, you ovulate, you don’t have any other health problems and you’re tall and skinny [I don’t know why she added that one, except that it is the opposite of her shape.], you don’t need IVF. I would do at least three cycles of injectionables if I were you.” She’s right. Frankly, I could probably get pregnant on another natural cycle. But how many more TWWs would that mean? I’m done with this shit. Do you hear me? Done.
So bring on the twins. I think if I do three injectionable cycles and I don’t get pregnant that might be the end. I might need to stop torturing myself and start spoiling my only-child son.
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