And so it goes

Stark white.

Gah, I forgot how absolutely glaringly white a negative peestick is.  Just stares at you. 

Blank.

I haven't cried.  If anything, I feel angry.  Pissed.

Pissed that it costs so much money to get pregnant in our reality.
Pissed that I don't have control in my life in this area.
Pissed that my friends are going on without me-  having #2, and yet again I watch from the sidelines.
Pissed that I don't feel great about my body right now.  I feel like it has taken a beating.  I feel old and tired.
Pissed that I have to do the FET prep all over again.
Pissed that we only have one more chance. 
Pissed that we are that much closer to having to wrapping our head around the idea that this one in our arms may be the only one.

Well, wouldn't you know it-  that last sentence triggered the tears.  Deep breath.....

Two frozen embryos never sounded like enough.  But it was always enough to know that I had two chances.  And that second chance was just the extra cushion I needed so that I didn't yet have to consider life with only one child.  .....becuase I still had 2 chances.

But 1 more chance-  1 more frozen embryo-   puts me so close to having to face the fact that there may never be a sibling.  may never be another pregnancy.  may never get to experience giving birth again.  

So much closer to having to close this chapter.

And damn it, I'm not okay with that.

Tomorrow I will know...whether I want to or not.

I don't want to be in limbo anymore.  The not knowing it hard.

But I don't want to face the truth either.

Wish I could fast forward to tomorrow.  And if the answer is a Negative, I wish I could fast forward in time until it no longer hurts. 

I have POAS twice now.  I said I wasn't going to until Wednesday morning.  But I caved.  It was compulsive really-  I didn't even stop to think about it.

Monday afternoon, 7dp5dt, after an impromptu nap-  I got up, unwrapped an expired test from my drawer and peed. Didn't even think twice.  It was negative.  But i could handle it because I intentionally peed on an expired stick and it was afternoon pee, not morning pee.  So, it allowed me to keep hoping, while still getting my POAS stick fix.

Tuesday morning 8dp5dt,, with my addiction in full force, I peed on a brand new FRER with morning pee.

Sigh.  I think it is negative.  Although, it was very very reminiscent of two years ago with this episode of 8dp5dt.  Maybe there was an invisible line?  Maybe?  But so freakin' hard to tell.  I swear I was making it up, wishing it into a hallucination of a line.

Sigh, ...

My back hurts, my boobs feel full, I feel bloaty, and very very cranky.  Which I know well enough to know it means nothing-  it merely means I am a hormonal mess.  Which I am.  I just don't know WHICH hormones are causing the mess....the progesterone suppositories and estrogen patches, or pregnancy hormones.

Sigh....

I am afraid to find out tomorrow. 

I don't like this.

FET #1

I have bad memories from my 1st embryo transfer.  It was a fresh cycle.  I was overstimulated, bloated, in pain, and they couldn't get the cathether thingy thread through a tough angle in my cervix.  It seemed like it too a lifetime.

I was in pain.  I was terrified something was going to go wrong.  I covered my eyes and I wished for it to be over.

Sure there were glimmers of the amazing miracle in the works-  seeing the embryo on the screen- amazing.  My husband by my side, taking it all in in awe, the collective sigh the room took when the embryologist gave the all clear that the embryo was officially in me and not in the syringe- all amazing.

But it was rough.

Today's transfer was down right fun.  And mind boggling quick.

My appointment was at 3pm.  I was to arrive at 245pm.  I go there at 240pm and they had me back, bladder checked by u/s, talk with the embryologist, and legs in the stirrups by 255pm.  By 3pm, the embryo was in and it was done. 

The staff was excellent.  The embryologist answered all kinds of curiosity questions that I was too out of it to ask the first time.  She clearly loved her job.  The u/s tech was great.  My bladder was perfectly full (which no matter how much I drink i have NEVER in all my treatments been able to get my bladder sufficiently full).  The Dr. got the catheter to curve through my tough spot no problem (certainly having previously birthed a 7 pound baby vaginally helped him out).  and they added a heating pad to the table, which made it oh so much more comfortable then last time.

And I was in awe.  To see that embryo on the monitor, that embryo that was conceived in the same batch with the 24 pound wiggly toddler I know get to call my daughter-  it is just insane.

I am in awe.  In awe that a bundle of cells like that created her.  In awe that as I type this we have been given another chance to do it all again.

In awe.

Tonight as I type this, I feel calm.  I feel like I can handle whatever comes my way.  I feel grateful for the gift of those 15 minutes in the embryo transfer room-  to be in the presence of something as amazing as that embryo.  And even to be given the chance.  I feel like I can accept whatever is to come.

I hope.

My crystal ball

I have found it to be interesting how naturally I have gravatated back to my blog as we have moved into our FET journey.  I didn't plan to be away.  I didn't plan to come back to blogging.  It just happened. 

The longer I have been on this journey of TTC, infertility, reading blogs, and blogging, the more I have come to be aware of the fact that the blog world for me is my crystal ball.  I started reading blogs 5+ years ago.  I know this because some of the bloggers I stumbled across back then's first borns are 5 years old. 

We had barely started TTC back then.  Maybe we hadn't even actually started.  But we had no  idea the path of loss and reproductive medicine that would be our road.  But I found myself reading blogs-  blogs about infertility and loss.  Why?  I don't know.  I just don't know.   Sometimes the superstitious side of me thinks that by starting to follow IF/RPL blogs I caused my own destiny.  .....  I know that is silly, but ....

But I do think that in an unconscious or subconscious way blog reading was a way to seek control for me-  it was my way of trying to see into my own crystal ball and know how my story would go.  I read blogs to feel like I could figure out what my story would look like.   

Would our IUIs work...would I get pregnant with endometriosis....would we get pregnant with low morphology...would we get pregnant after 1 miscarriage....2 miscarriages....would we get pregnant with IVF....would we stay pregnant....would we birth a live baby.....

How would my story go.....

It was futile of course.  But it, at times, gave me what I needed to hang on.

If her  IUI worked, maybe mine would, if SHE got pregnant after multiple losses, then maybe I could, if SHE had a baby after years of infertility, than maybe, just maybe that is how my story would go.....

And then I had my baby.  She is here, really here, in my arms.  And my longing to know how my story would go subsided.  The longing was fulfilled in so many ways, and I stopped wondering.

This upcoming FET has triggered that wonder again.  Wondering how this part of the story will unfold, but it is far less intense than before.  More than anything, I am finding this blog space to be a place where i can talk out loud -  I can talk about estrogen patches, and vaginal u/s, and FET transfers.  Being back in the fray, I am remembering how there just isn't space in our public lives to discuss these things.  Staff lunches, family Easter dinner, playdates at the park-  there are very few real live people that know about this FET.  It just doesn't easily come up. 

So, I blog.  I write.  I ponder how this story will go.

Lining confirmed today to be nice and plush.  Estrogen is excellent.  Transfer is a Go! for Monday.

I am excited.  I am hopeful.  I am grateful for how easy a FET is compared to a fresh.  I am grateful that I feel good.  I am beyond grateful for my pudgy, happy, smart, strong-willed toddler that fights diaper changes and drapes her arms around my shoulders and presses her face into the crook of my neck when she is exhausted at the end of the day. 

I am a little scared how I will feel if we don't get pregnant.  Or if we get pregnant and miscarry.  I feel strong.  Centered.  Resilient.  ....right now.  But it has been a long time since I have been crushed by a BFN or by the red spotting that predicts the end.  I don't want to feel that again. I just don't.

A Christmas Baby

I never wanted to have a baby born around Christmas.  I don't why.  Maybe lots of people feel that way just because of the hecticness of the holiday and not wanting the birthday celebration to get lost in the shuffle. Maybe it was from having a Mom with a late December birthday who often talked about feeling short-changed with a birthday that time of year.  I don't why-  but in all my dreaming and scheming in my head I have always avoided the possibility of a December baby.

Until infertility.  and miscarriages.  and life in the detours.

We have scheduled our FET.  We actually scheduled, cancelled and scheduled it again.  The first time the husband got cold feet.  We pulled back and he quickly came around and so we scheduled it again.  I knew in the back of my head that we'd be looking at a due date in late December-  but the priority was a) finding a day the lab had an opening, b) making sure it worked with my work schedule, the husbands work schedule, and arranging childcare. for our now 16 1/2 month old daughter.  And, I just am done being patient.  I want to try our luck with our Frozens and see what happens.  I was done waiting any longer.  I want, and NEED to know if we will ever have a second child.

Our transfer date is set.  Been cleared through all the steps.  Been taking lupron/birthcontrol.  Everything looked great at my suppression check yesterday.  A couple more weeks of prepping my lining, two more visits to the clinic for blood work and another u/s.  And it will be transfer day.

There is a hope, and a joy, and an excitement that is just bubbling in me that I  can't contain.  Maybe it is the relief that comes with actually DOING something-  sure, that something is nightly injections.  But we have a plan in place.  Maybe it comes from ill-placed confidence that the 1st time worked, surely the 2nd try will work. I don't know why the hope, but it is there.  And I just am excited.

There, as always, are so many hurdles between now and bringing a baby home that, even after doing this previously, I can't wrap my head around the end point yet.  We have no control over how this will go. None.

But what I do know?  What is certain, is that if, IF, this embryo sticks and thrives, its due date will be ......December 25th.

And in my mind, it couldn't be a more perfect day.  Oh, how infertility changes us.

A Year Older

I am a year older.  I celebrated my birthday this week. 

It was my second birthday as a mom.  But to be honest, I don't remember much about my birthday last year.  My daughter would have only been two 1/2 months old, and i probably was, well I know I was, still in the fog of breastfeeding/sleep deprivation/new parenting.

This year, we didn't do much.  We just were together as a family.  And the gratitude spilled over in tears a couple times during the day.  I love my daughter.  I love my husband interacting with her.   I have loved every age so far, but this age (almost 15 months) is really fun.  She is just getting smarter and wittier every day.  And she is showing compassion.  Which melts my heart.  I am in love in a bizillions ways.

My husband has been less ready than I to embark on TTC#2.  He feels overwhelmed sometimes just keeping our family of 3 afloat.  And I agree.  Rationally, I agree.  It doesn't compute how we'd manage a second child.  But I really feel strongly about having kids close together in age.  I felt a distance with my sister (3 1/2 years apart).  So I have it in my head, I want (if possible) to have them closer.  I also feel like I have put my career on hold, just working part-time here and there, and some day I will need to return to more lucrative income, but hoping to wait until Elementary school age.  So having them close together makes good financial sense for us.  My husband and I are also getting older.   We just are.

He has come around though.  So much so that we have a date penciled on the calendar for our embryo transfer that he agreed with.  We have two frozen.  So maybe two tries.  And then we are likely done.  Likely.  I have typed and deleted this paragraph numerous times.  I am still not sure I am ready to return to it all- appointments, prodding, decisions, paying out of pocket, waiting, hoping, waiting...  I scheduled and then cancelled my required Hysteroscopy several weeks ago.  I called today after much procrastinating and rescheduled it for two weeks from now.  They could of seen me this Thursday-  but that was too quick for me.  I need to take this slow. 

If I can wrap my head and heart around this in time.  IF the hysteroscopy is normal.  IF my bloodwork is normal.  IF the lab has an opening, IF....then we are aiming for transfer on March 29.

If.

1 year later

I am overwhelmed today with the beauty of my daughter. 

We celebrated her 1st birthday a few weeks ago.  It was a beautiful celebration of life.  We invited our "village."  The amazing amazing family and friends that have surrounded us as we have been raising our daughter in her first 365 days of life.

And more tears have fallen in the past couple of weeks then in all of the first year of her life.  They are tears of.... I don't know... probably a mix of joy but also probably some tears of grief and  relief.

Her 1st birthday was much more than a celebration of her 1st year of life, it was much more than a celebration of the amazing village that loves her and has loved her even before she was born.  For me, it was the anniversary of the end to the darkness and the beginning of a new chapter.  And the beauty that flows out of this new chapter is so hard to fathom, it brings me to my knees.

I have said it here before, and I will say it again-  holding a child in my arms is not the cure all for all of life's woes, nor does it erase the pain and woundedness of years of loss and infertility, but the profound joy that trickled into my world like a ocean wave the day she has born has only continued to multiple.  the joy is uncontainable.

Her birth for me was the end of a very dark journey, one that I wish no one knew.  But a journey that forever will be my story and will be part of the fabric of who I am.  The days, weeks, months, and years of longing often brought me to the edge wondering if I could take it any longer.  The waiting upon waiting...without knowing how it would end broke me in ways that I shudder to remember.

And yet, I did not break.  Instead, who I am today is a delicate interwoven story of strength, joy, and gratitude that well up from those near broken places in me.

I know without a doubt that infertility gave me a gift-  a gift that allows me to hold my daughter with a bit more intensely, knowing how long she was longed for.  It gave me a gift of awareness that no matter how frequently and easily others seem to announce they are pregnant (again), that I know that every life that comes to be is a miracle too big to comprehend.  And it will take a lifetime I think to even begin to comprehend the miracle that runs into my arms each day with slobbery kisses and wonderful hugs.