So, last cycle we pondered and ultimately decided against using Clomid but used it on this cycle. Now, we’re left to ponder whether to do an IUI on Monday morning or not.
Even the low dose of Clomid that my wife has taken proved to be quite potent. She had an internal ultrasound this morning and there are two follicles formed on one ovary. There’s another smaller one on the other side–but the doctor doesn’t think that will mature “in time. So, that alleviates one of my fears–that Clomid would stimulate 4 or 5 follicles.
We had a PCT done this morning as well (that’s Post-Coital Test). This time I got to see the results under the microscope. After we left, my wife asked me, “Did you like seeing ‘your boys’ swimming under the microscope?” I had to admit that I did. She replied, “I thought you would.” Why? I have no idea. It was just pretty funny and yet somehow amazing how the whole process works there. God is a creative, if not eccentric creator, no?
So, the results of the PCT were good. The doctor is happy that Clomid hasn’t reduced the ability of things to get swimming where they need to be swimming. The doctor has said that there’s no real advantage to doing an IUI (Inter-Uterine Insemination). The assistant that called with the results today did admit that “it couldn’t hurt anything–except your wallet.” Sure, at $400, it would hurt the wallet a little. It’s not crippling or anything. But, in the range that I say, “If the doctor doesn’t think we need to do it, why bother?” But, my wife still really wants to do it.
I find this ironic in one way. I was hesitant to use Clomid in the past. She kept arguing that we should follow the doctor’s advice. She believes that part of trusting God through our fertility process is to trust the doctor that we’ve entrusted with our care. Yet, now when that same doctor says that an IUI isn’t needed, that tune is now dropped. Now she believes she knows better than the doctor. To me, that’s a little ironic.
At this point, there’s enough else going on with our relationship that has me beaten down and borderline depressed. So, I’m very inclined to just give in to stop having to talk about it. I can’t say I believe it’s wrong to do it. It’s just unnecessary in my mind. If it were unnecessary and $20, then fine. But, unnecessary and $400? That makes it a little different.