So, sex=baby right? maybe? sometimes?

I was sitting at dinner and announced to lovely husband "let's have a baby!", he replies "now? I thought it took longer for one to cook." Yes, he said that. The conversation continues, thankfully, and we decided that now is in fact a good time to get pregnant. To make sure it is all systems go, I called our good ole Super Doctor (yes, she is that awesome) and make an appointment. So, Super Doc tells me to toss the birth control, take some prenatal vitamins, and you're off to the races. So off we go, the quest to make a baby! You do your thing, and PRESTO! no pregnancy??? What???

So, Super Doc gets another call for a get together, and I bought a Clear Blue Easy Fertility monitor. For those who don't like peeing on sticks, this little device is about the size of your hand, and you tell it when your period starts, then each day you fall out of bed, stumble in to the bathroom, and turn it on. Some days it just reminds you what day of your cycle you're on, other days it demands that you pee on a stick, put the cap on the stick, and then put the stick in the machine. It flashes some lights for about 3 minutes and BAM! it lets you know if you're having a low fertility day, medium day, or high day, and when the big O (ovulation, not the other big O) comes. I'm the type of girl that gets up and REALLY needs to wee, like, now. So waiting for the machine to be ready is torture. Super Doc advises an HSG test, ultrasound of the uterus, and gives you a prescription for Clomid (clomiphine citrate), and sends you on your way. The ultrasound is easy to schedule, the drug is on the infamous Walmart discount list (9 bucks for 5 pills, it's a bargain, really), then it comes to the HSG, or for those who love new words, longer the better, it is hystrosalpingogram. The doc's here in OKC, where I live, won't do one with your being an "established patient", so I make the appointment and meet the doc, he's nice and all, but won't do the test. The ultrasound is odd, a little uncomfortable, and comes back as "normal" with healthy looking lady bits. So I take the drugs, wee on the stick, and yep, you guessed it, still no celebration. 4 months later, and still no happy news, so back to Super Doc and local doc. The drugs are making me have some not so awesome side effects, so I took a month off. There we are lovely readers. A year and half or so, knocked down to two rather long winded posts. The game plan at this point is a visit to a Reproductive Endocrinologist, more on that later.