To Somebody and Nobody

It's already been a long journey.  

For the second time, a year of trying to conceive.  Six months of Clomid interrupted by an ovarian cystectomy, the cyst being caused by the Clomid. Four IUI's.  Two-and-a-half years total. 

Since we miraculously conceived our darling daughter after 13 months of trying on our own, somehow I never thought we'd get here, but here we are.  We're going to do IVF.  

Actually, after the long journey, I'm really excited to be here, accessing the best modern science has to offer.  Yet it's such an emotionally complex time I want someone to share it with.  My husband (S) has become much better over the years and is supportive and excited in his own way, but that's it, it's his own way and he simply isn't interested in hearing the details to the degree I want to share them.

I have kind friends who are supportive and politely inquiring, but this is so detailed and complex, and none that have been through this personally.  After reading some other blogs of those doing IVF, I decided I'd write my own blog.  Perhaps nobody will read it, perhaps someone will.  So I send this out into the cosmos, if for nothing else, as a journal I can personally reference of this experience.  If you read it and find it helpful at all, I have found a greater purpose.