And, now...Optimism!

For the last month, I've just been living life. It's been great! Our doc said we can't try for the first month while my uterus heals, so I've been thinking of everything but trying. That part has been nice. I've been taking time to enjoy my family and get my house in order after the holidays.

I am now a week late. So, now I'm over the "heal and not try" relaxing phase. I want my cycle to start so I can get things underway. My RE said that after the bcp I was on before surgery and the estrogen I took after surgery, I could throw out the rule book on when I'd start. Which means, me being late is just a sign that my hormones are WAY messed up after all of those meds. And, NO, I'm not pregnant. Don't feel preggo, in the least...and I already took an hpt so I could tell my RE's office that I did when I call tomorrow. I know there are meds I can take to get it started. I think I'll probably need those to get me going this time. At least my surgery site has had ample time to heal and I won't have to worry about that when I do get pregnant. Because, I will! See that. Optimism. Now, to join the hope I have in my corner, comes optimism!

At my post-op appointment, our RE said that he feels fairly sure, that with the size of my septum, it was our main cause of our infertility. I teared up right there in his office. He really feels that 2 or 3 iui's will be what we need (and a LOT of meds) and we'll have our little miracle baby. I really do believe him. I know in my heart, there have been many times over the last few years that I have felt pregnant, gotten light, positive hpt, only to start AF a week late. I've been pregnant (for sure) at least two times that have been confirmed. Once you feel that feeling, you know when you feel it again. And, I feel pretty certain that I won't have to feel it again until it's a sticky and strong pregnancy. Thank God we found Dr. G!