So we have a plan of attack. Because feeling like you're going into battle is precisely the right atmosphere in which one should create a baby, isn't it?
The sad thing is, it is the right way to go when you've been trying to conceive for a few days shy of 15 months. At this point, the more ammunition, the better.
Which is why as soon as the conditions are right we'll be doing IUI. Intrauterine Insemination.
Gosh, it even sounds romantic, doesn't it? All sterile and mediciney.
As the good doctor said, My Beloved and I don't even have to be in the building at the same time to have a baby this way. And isn't that every loving couple's dream? I've always hoped to conceive a child using a speculum, a long syringe and the help of masked strangers.
I'm being so ungrateful. I know I am. We're very lucky to be good candidates for this procedure and I'm also very lucky that I responded so well to the Clomid and that My Beloved's swimmers are in peak condition.
I just need a little time to adjust to this strange new world in which everyone is invited into my vagina for a looky-loo and nature takes a back seat to science. It's very foreign to me.
But if it means that one day we'll be bringing a real live baby home to stay, I'll do it. I'll do it all and then some.