You see, endometriosis really is like the dark side of the force. You can kill off all the Sith, but sooner or latter someone is going to turn to the dark side. Similarly, you can clean out all the visible endo, but its only a matter of time before it becomes an issue again.
That's where the pod race come in. We need to get me pregnant while Yoda's lightsaber victory is still fresh. The longer it takes me to get pregnant, the more likely it is that I'm going to have problems. So, we gun the engines and go as fast as we can. Much like a pod-race, though, faster is more dangerous. All the more aggressive measures mean more estrogen in the system, which increases the chances of the endo growing back. There are also other potential complications.
The plan is to do the next cycle as IUI with gonadatropins, in my case a medication called Follistim. In the mean time, we're going through all the preliminaries needed for IVF. Part of the reason for this is that an IUI cycle can be converted to IVF (or vice versa) if things don't go according to plan. Another reason is that it seems like she wants to get us into IVF as soon as she can push through the beaurocracy. She didn't come right out and say it, but she did say things like 'you might only have to do one cycle of IUI'.
Warren and I did a little number crunching and a little research and it seems like the right thing to do. While I trust Yoda a lot and have some qualms about taking a course other than what he recommended, it doesn't seem like a bad idea. Yoda was probably basing his recommendation on his feelings over the defeat of Sideous, thus indication that the cautious approach would likely work. It can only give me confidence that Yoda thinks the slower approach is workable, but I still want a baby *now*. I've waited long enough and I'm willing to run the risks. You know you're ready for IVF when there is nothing more thrilling that being told that you'll get to give yourself daily injections of a drug practically guarenteed to unhing you emotionally and the prospect of someone putting needles through your vaginal wall isn't even worth an indifferent shrug.
So, its off to the pod races. Grand prize is a take home baby with our very own genes.