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Just as I once felt too busy to enjoy the holiday season when I was working full-time, so now I feel as we hurriedly prepare to move by the end of this month. Instead of celebratory decorations and gatherings, our December is filled with boxes, boxes, and more boxes.
On the positive side of things, I have no time to think about having a baby. We've decided, after talking with our RE, to try Clomid on our next cycle. That should give us time to wind down from our move and feel a little more relaxed before spending money on trying to get pregnant again.
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Even though I apparently conceive around every six months, my doctor has suggested that taking a fertility drug may possibly increase my chances of landing a successful conception. The more eggs I sprout, the more chances we have of fertilizing the "right" one, hopefully a healthy one. Even though my reproductive hormones seem to be in working order, it's possible that my eggs are "old", hence the Trisomy 15 and the other miscarriages. What the heck, I say, let's give the drug a chance.
So, even though we're exhausted and frustrated by our move (in our haste to find a new place, we had to decide on a house we wouldn't ordinarily have agreed to live in), things feel like they're looking up for us again. I feel positive about the next year, hopeful that fertility drugs will be the key to our dreams.
© Tracy Morris
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