We were scheduled for our fourth embryo transfer, and this time my primary infertility specialist made sure that she would be present to do the procedure. She agreed that given all of our complications it made sense that she be the one to perform the procedure. This time went so much more smoothly (the way it was supposed to go). After only a minute, two perfect embryos were in my uterus.
I decided to stay on my back with my legs up for a while. (30 min. to be exact.) I didn’t care if there wasn’t any medical evidence for this, I needed to do something different. I needed this to work. I went home and propped my legs up again. Then we waited once more. I was somewhat pessimistic. I didn’t know if this would work. I wanted it to, but it hadn’t yet. And, after 5 cycles of IVF (the first once being cancelled due to hyperstimulation and the others never resulting in a pregnancy) I doubted that things would ever work for us. In the midst of my doubt, I still held onto a thread of hope. This cycle had been as close to ideal as we would probably ever get…great embryos and a great transfer. Two weeks of waiting felt like an eternity.
A few days before the pregnancy test I began to feel crampy. I was heartbroken. How is it possible that it hadn’t worked again! The day I went in for my blood work, I told the nurse that I was sure that I wasn’t pregnant. I felt like I had after each cycle…crampy. I hadn’t started bleeding yet, but I was sure it was only a matter of time. I waited for the typical call from the nurse. I was at work and had been talking with my coworker who was waiting for an adoption opportunity. Just minutes before she had received the news that a baby boy was going to be born within the next couple of days, and he could be hers! She was ecstatic! I was so happy for her. She left the room to see a patient and in the meantime, my call came.
I saw that it was my infertility nurse, and my heart leapt and then sank all at the same time. I knew that I wasn’t pregnant. I didn’t even need her to confirm it. I answered the call just as my coworker walked back into our office. “Hello”, I said. “Emma, its Libby.” “Emma, you’re PREGNANT!” What! What! No, that couldn’t be right! How could I be pregnant. I was crampy. I didn’t feel pregnant. They must have been looking at someone else’s results. “No, Emma, we double checked. These are your results. You are pregnant. Congratulations!”
I was in shock. I was through the roof! Oh, my goodness. You have got to be kidding me! It finally worked!! I was pregnant. I could get pregnant! It was all worth it. I wanted to jump up and down, but I didn’t dare for fear it would expel the precious embryos. But, how good were my levels? I knew that this mattered. Was I really pregnant or just a little? No, I was really pregnant. My hcg numbers were high. They were prefect. I would have to have them repeated in 2 days just to make sure that they were doubling, but I was definitely pregnant.
My coworker knew immediately when she saw my face. We were both going to be having new babies! I immediately tried to call Dave. He needed to be my first call. Voicemail. I paged him but didn’t get an answer. I knew that he should be the first one to know, but if I couldn’t reach him, I couldn’t keep it to myself after everything I had been through. I quickly dialed my parents. My mom was thrilled! We were all cautiously optimistic. We knew that a positive pregnancy didn’t necessarily mean we would be having a baby. We still had a lot of hurdles to get through, and the pregnancy rates were always much higher that the delivery rates for IVF. Although I was cautiously optimistic, I was also full of hope. I couldn’t wait to make it past 12 weeks. I just needed to get to the safe zone, and then, 2012 would be my year of motherhood!