Keep your head up.

Recently, my friend Savannah text me this

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Sometimes I wish God didn't think I was so strong.

The pain, the worry, the guilt that consumes

me right now is almost too much.

Somehow, someway, I muster up

the last amount of courage and fight that

I feel I have left to keep going...

Today, Keith and I went for our consultation appointment

with Dr. B at the Institute for Reproductive Health.

We answered the same gazillions of questions that we have

been asked over the course of the year.

I can't blame him, he doesn't know us,

but recapping everything we lived through this year over and over again

is tough.

Strep B? Miscarriage? Thyroid Test? HSG test? Internal Ultra sound?

Semen Analysis? Clomid? Check. Check. Check.

I tell all, though, because I want him to know every thing.

I asked where do we go from here?

Dr. B decided that if I start my period this month,

he will take me off of the Clomid and put me

on a similar ovulation stimulating drug called

Femara. Femara luckily doesn't have some

of the side effects that Clomid has.

He also prescribed me Ovidrel,

which is given in "shot" form

on day 12 of my cycle.

From there, we will do Intrauterine Insemination (IUI). 

Before we left, Dr.B had a nurse do my blood work.

Honestly, I don't even remember

what he said he was taking the blood for.

I guess I should have been

paying better attention....

(Yes, this is foreshadowing.)

But Keith and I left there pleased with 

Dr. B and his plans. And so we wait....

Keep your head up, little soldier, keep your head up.