Two Tears in a Bucket...

...you know the rest (that is if you have ever seen or read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil).



So, with the title of the post I guess you figured out that our last attempt at having a baby before turning to IVF failed. Well, kinda. We did conceive again, but it did not progress like we wanted. Yep...another ectopic. I had to go in this morning for my shot (two actually...one in each cheek) of methotrexate. This was not the outcome we wanted, but Nick and I discussed that now we have absolutely no doubts about moving on to IVF. It also reassured us that our doctor does indeed know what he is talking about...he felt as though the tubes were the problem. Damn tubes.


Yes, it is sad and rather emotional, because no matter how hard you try not to get excited about the possibility of being pregnant and everything being okay, you just can't help it. You do your best to think positive thoughts and even though I knew from the start that something just wasn't right...it still hits you like a ton of bricks when they call and say "I wish I was calling with better news." Ugh...those damn tubes.


But, as much as I sometimes struggle with finding a positive in all of this, I keep in mind that our egg and sperm DO like each other, but they just don't travel well together. They have the need to travel in style...in something that can handle the rugged terrain known as my fallopian tubes...maybe something like this. However, we got stuck traveling in something more like this.

So, for now we just wait. We wait until my pregnancy tests are no longer positive. We wait to have another normal cycle. We wait to start IVF. We will more than likely have to wait to start the process until sometime in November.

Now we just have to find us some of that black gold/Texas tea to get our little embryos where they ought to be...Beverly Hills that is.

Of course, otherwise known as my uterus.