Okay, so I feel like a cheerleader who is cheering for a hopeless team.
My husband can probably relate-he is a Chicago Cubs fan. He has been since he was old enough to wear a team hat-and have his own baseball glove. Since we've been together, I experienced a true "cheerleader" or fan. He has been on pins and needles hoping for a shot at the World Series. Yes, they have gotten close-but, each loss hits hard. I have noticed this is the first year since we've been married that he is keeping the Cubs at a distance. He just can't "bear" it.
Our latest cycle of test have hit us hard once again. I am of getting tired of this whole process.
So, we had the sperm analysis this month. Rich passed with flying colors!! Then, the post-coital test...my left ovary was anticipating a release within a few hours. But, we failed the test-no semen! What?!?
Despite having great timing, we get knocked down with a real blow. Yet, I still remain hopeful.
I bought another box of First Response pregnancy test (3 count). Then, I called the RE to hear my results from the progesterone test. It was a 7.8! UGH! Can you believe it? So, this month, we have a no semen & low progesterone...it really is difficult to cheer for Team Baby!
I remember distinctly telling my husband that if we still were trying to conceive by the month before my 36th birthday...I would definitely give up the dream(that was three years ago). I really had hoped that this would be my month, I did give myself an ultimatum.
Yes, tonight, I feel like I'm cheering for a team that never wins. But, then I turned around and looked at my beautiful four year old daughter thanking God that I had at least one grand slam! She is one of those "hits" that will become history.