I am officially in my last cycle before starting up fertility treatments again and there is a flood of emotions going through me.
On Saturday, we had hubby tested because it had been nearly 7 years since his first test. For those who don’t know, we do have male-factor infertility (MFI) in addition to my PCOS. This isn’t something that I talk about on this blog because I feel like it isn’t my story to tell… and while it does affect my ability to conceive, I’m not comfortable sharing specifics on his behalf on the blog.
When we were trying to conceive Zoey, we were told that scientifically, we could not conceive on our own due to my PCOS and his MFI combined, that it would take an IUI. However, I distinctly remember my doctor telling me “Science will tell you that you can’t conceive without an IUI. I am a hopeless romantic and I think you can do this. You can conceive on your own. I refuse to give you a percent-chance of conceiving because it won’t do you any good. Just don’t give up yet.” I’ll never forget those words, and I’ll never forget the feeling I had when she was right. We did conceive Zoey without an IUI on our 7th round of Clomid (5th consecutive). To this day, I remember hubby’s test result numbers, but I don’t know how they translate to what our percent chance was to conceive. All I know is we have a miracle named Zoey in our lives today.
All that to say, the test results on Saturday were given to us instantly, and were actually better than we expected…