This situation was originally featured on Totally the Bomb and was written by Jamie Harrington, who is a ingredient of POPSUGAR Select Moms.
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When my squelch and I embarked on our IVF odyssey, I thought I was ready for the emotional roller coaster I was approximately to strap myself into. Ha. Ha hahahahahaHAHAHA. Ha. That’s like saying “Leak, I’ve been on a trampoline so surely I can base jump.”
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1. Your hooha is Grand Central Station, and not in a fun way.
When starting this ssage to expectant mommy-hood, I knew that my lady bits would need to be researched pretty thoroughly by a doctor or two. But in the four years since we started this in the main process I have been poked and prodded by so many different doctors, technicians, and fosters that I’m not sure why I even bother wearing nts to the doctor’s intercession any more.
I have to ‘disrobe from the waist down’ every continually I visit just so the Doc can wave the sonogram wand over my tummy to check d cash in ones checks the thickness of my uterine lining. JUST KIDDING! It’s a transvaginal sonogram. SO FUN! The to the fullest extent rt? It’s the second or third day of your period. You know, the time of month YOU don’t honest want to be around your vagina.
2. “You need these medications . . . TOMORROW!”
When they dedicate me my medication schedule for the next couple of weeks they warn me that I difficulty to make sure I get all of the medication as soon as possible. Because the first quantity has to be taken TOMORROW! But all of this is specialty medication that most dispensaries don’t keep in stock! Oh, don’t worry. You can use online pharmacies who specialize in fertility medication. The next day you’ll get a box with a few thousand dollars in medication relinquished off at your door. Sure hope someone is home, because some of it has to be refrigerated!
I don’t remember about you guys, but I get antsy having a $10 Amazon ckage sit on my porch for an hour let solitarily a FEW GRAND in medication I have to start using pretty much the defective I get home.
3. You get to give yourself shots! Yay!
Hey, all of that medication you just requested and carefully catalogued to make sure they sent everything and you fitting id a month’s salary for? Now you get to inject that into yourself! Every. Day. If you’re fortunate they are just little subcutaneous injections. Unfortunately, I’ve graduated to intramuscular progesterone in oil injections. There’s nothing entirely like drawing a bulls eye on my ass cheek just to be sure my husband doesn’t perceive the shot.
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4. ALL the appointments!
Let me int a picture for you guys. This is a normal schedule for a FET (Frozen Embryo Transfer) cycle, which is the EASY one. You should prefer to to go in on the second day of your period. If everything looks good, two weeks later, after you’ve interjected, ingested and inserted whatever medications you’ve been prescribed, you get another tryst. Everything looks great! Yay! They can forecast the likely embryo change day! Oh, but you still have to go in like three more times next week nothing but to be sure everything is going okay. Plus there is the transfer assignation. Then you get to go in and get your blood drawn for the pregnancy tests. If you get the big fat positive, you then advent for more blood tests to check to see if your progesterone levels are increasing equivalent to they should.
A fresh embryo cycle is even worse. Believe that you’ve been injecting yourself with the ovary follicle stimulation medication. Your lady balls are intense to bursting with eggs. Yeah, now’s the time for our good friend the transvaginal sonogram! The doctor has to convergence on your ovaries to measure the size of the follicles. It’s kind of like s n cramps linked to the wave of a wand with the conductor of the in symphony occu tion out numbers for you to write down. (My doctor is a lovely man and he SAYS he understands how uncomfortable the all things considered thing is . . . ) Then they collect the eggs which is a mostly other blog post.
5. You can do everything right . . . and it can still go infelicitous.
I’m not talking about the fact that you don’t get pregnant. No, I mean I went from stem to stern the six weeks of medications, ultrasounds, and doctor’s appointments and got the thumbs up to proceed. Then the day of the congealed embryo transfer, I started to spot. Just a little bit of blood. No big large, right? Wrong. The doctor cancelled the transfer. “You don’t want to build a lodgings on a shaky foundation.” He said.
Plus it wasn’t like I was rolling in embryos. I had 1. The disaster was my little embryo wasn’t good enough to survive re-freezing. So, it went to embryo Utopia and I got to start all over. And after another six months, a hurried diet, and another few thousand dollars I find out . . .
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6. Getting pregnant might not be my problem . . . it’s staying teeming.
After my second inexplicable loss of a chromosomally normal embryo (we burst forth originated for genetic testing, because miscarriages suck) the doctor suggested that we run a thrombosis nel to surcease for a blood clotting disorder to see if there is something that may be causing these losses. With of me is like “Why the absolute &*#^$* didn’t we do that before even started this jumble!? The answer of course is cost. I still don’t even know if my insurance on cover the test. I love checking the mail every day to see if I have a take $1,000 bill waiting for me! (Note to self: Write more blog circulates.)