"Giddy up Cowgirl!"

"Saddle Up"
Three years on this rocky road and we are now realizing where this path is leading us. Western medicine here we come!!!! YEE-HAW! We decide to go with a doctor that can be a bit more thorough. We know my husband's "fancy sauce" is in tip top shape. My basic set-up is working properly. The doc needs to perform just one more test...."THE DYE TEST". I think it's best I don't discuss this in too much detail. Unless you wanna find me crouched down in a dark corner, rocking back and forth and talking to myself. Let's just say I'm a bit traumatized.  This test almost scared me right out of this whole baby-havin' gig. I've heard some people having a decent experience with it but I guess I was one of the lucky ones. I'll just describe it in 2 words...CERVICAL...CLAMPS. Enough said. As horrible as it was for me, I was happy to see my fallopian tubes were good to go with no obstructions. All flight paths are clear and ready for take-off! Since nothing was found in any of the tests, the reason for our infertility falls into that good ol' "unexplained" category. Now time for some drugs! 
"Pill Popper"
The doc's first go-to is those magical skittles. You guessed it, clomid. My doctor explains to me that I will need to be monitored via ultrasound while taking this drug. We show up to our first appointment and I saddle up. Not really sure what to expect. I'm visualizing that goo on my belly and that machine slippin' and slidin' all over. Ummmm...not exactly! This is when I first met "Henry". He looked like something you would find in a sex shop. Henry's purpose is to retrieve an"internal" ultrasound and there's only one way to get a peep at those ovaries. Not exactly comfortable but tolerable. After four goes of it with IUI (one of them being a nasty bitch), nothing but tears and disappointment. At this point I was so emotionally drained, I had ENOUGH! Time for an intermission. 
"Halftime"
Our lives were being taken over. All the fun things we used to like doing and enjoyed were being overshadowed with the fact that I couldn't get pregnant. Not to mention, my hubby and I were losing sight of what him and I were all about. It was time to appreciate the great things we did have. Focus on the positive and not the negative. The glass is half full...you get the point. We did this for a year exactly. We had fun, traveled, tried new things, no charting and no counting days on a calendar. We just did "US"! It was amazing.  I was also quietly hoping I would magically get pregnant while "not trying" but nope, didn't happen. Even though our year of fun didn't result in a pregnancy, the break was exactly what we needed. Batteries were recharged and I'm feeling ready to jump back in the saddle (literally). 
"Follow the Yellow Brick Road"
We decide to raise the ante and do a cycle of injections with IUI. The cycle was smooth sailing for the most part. Although I did almost pass out and vomit all over the nurse when she sits down with us to explain all the health risks involved with these injections. I remember hearing "twisted ovary" and she lost me! The room began to spin. My heart starts beating louder, hands feeling clammy, beads of sweat coming down my forehead. I knew if I stayed in the room it was not going to end pretty. I have sort of a history with having a weak stomach. I bolt out of the room down the hallway to the bathroom-my safe zone. I lock the door behind me and lay on the cold tile (I know-gross). After I begin to feel life come back to my face, I take the embarrassing walk of shame to the nurse and my husband.  Luckily they didn't make too much of a big deal over it but they did get a lil giggle at my expense. Other than my panic attack, my ovaries did feel like the size of grapefruits. My best way of describing it to my husband was it felt like I was growing a set of balls hanging from my ovaries. Not the best feeling exactly. I ended up producing 2 "Kobe Bryant's" and 1 "Lil Engine that Could". Needless to say, it wasn't our time. After a lot of thinking and talking with the hubs, we came to terms on what our next step needs to be. Exactly where I have dreaded to go for 4 yrs now...The IVF Specialist! On a positive note, everything that has led us here has finally made me as ready as I'll ever be. So here we go...off to see the Wizard...the wonderful Wizard of IVF!