Vacation

It's been two weeks since my surgery, and everything is going pretty well. It took me a little longer than most people to get up and moving again, but I'm here now.

I'm on cycle day 43, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Provera in order to get this cycle started. I'm going to ask for a prescription for that and Clomid when I go in for my post-op appointment. I really want to get excited for this next cycle, but I'm having a really hard time. I mean, we've been doing infertility treatments for about a year now, and we haven't gotten far. Granted, we have dealt with a couple underlying issues, but we haven't really seen any results. I just seems like every time we take one step forward, we get shoved twenty steps backwards. Now that we removed the tube, and should be making progress, I just know that something new is going to pop up.

Such is my usual lament.

We were able to go back home for a couple of weeks, and it has been phenomenal. There is just this wave of serenity that washes over me whenever we walk into this house. I feel like all my troubles just melt away, and everything will be okay because family is here. This also happens to be a weekend where several other family members are coming to visit my in-laws Bed & Breakfast. I'm particularly excited because I will be meeting one of my husband's aunts for the first time. Apparently she dealt with her own fertility issues, and she is one of the only other people I have met with infertility. Even if we never speak about it, (and honestly, how do you start that conversation?) it will be nice just to know that someone else in this family understands.

In other news, I turn 22 on Monday! :)

Home sweet home

I had the surgery yesterday morning, and came home later that evening. For what it was, it went pretty well. The went in and found that the tube was covered in cysts. Their theory is that all the cysts are what caused my tube to be filled with fluid and infected. They sent me home with a picture of both tubes!

Three guesses as to which is which.

They did have to remove the tube, which is what I was expecting. The surgeon said that the grippers on the tube were perfectly healthy, but every time they would grab an egg, they just gave it a poison bath. She also said that technically when my left ovary spits out an egg, it is possible for my right tube to grab it. She didn't say how likely that was, but hey, I'll take what I can get. 

Now I am just very sore and sleeping a lot. The only reason I am even awake enough to post this is because my sister and niece came over. They fed me and are now cleaning my house while I am supposed to be napping. I think I'm going to follow their instructions now, I just wanted to give you all an update.

Take care! <3

Driving to the hospital, and I'm kinda scared...