Thanks to everyone for your support, prayers, and well wishes over the past few months. As you know, I restarted infertility treatments in an effort to add baby #2 to our family. Since our infertility journey was far from easy the first time around with ovarian hyperstimulation, numerous failed cycles, surgery, etc; I was bracing myself for another drawn-out series of In Vitro Fertilization. Since we had several frozen embryos I was relieved that we would be able to skip the stimulation cycles; but, I was also concerned that our chances of success would be fairly low (less than 25%) with the frozen cycle. Our cycle was delayed by my need for surgery and then my need for higher levels of estrogen. Finally, transfer day came 2 weeks ago. I was devastated to hear that the embryo thought to afford us the best chance at getting pregnant didn’t survive the thawing process. The next two embryos did survive, but the quality wasn’t top-notch. The transfer went smoothly, and I’ve continued to load my rear with countless intramuscular progesterone shots.
Last weekend I was devastated to see that I was spotting, crampy, and surely not pregnant. Every other failed cycle had started the same way. My mind began to race with what our next step would be. Another frozen cycle? Should we go directly into a fresh for better quality and higher success rates? What would all of this mean for our finances, time off of work, child care…??? I even called my reproductive endocrinologist to inform her of the situation and to start discussing the game plan. She graciously helped me map out what the next few months would look like, but then reminded me that we shouldn’t even be having the conversation until my blood work came back. I agreed with her but then reminded her that I was 99.999% sure that I wasn’t pregnant.
The next day (Christmas Eve) the phone rang with my blood work results and the words in my ear gave my stomach a zillion butterflies. “Emma, you’re pregnant!” Seconds before I had just complained about getting up early to give myself shots and having to leave the house before 7am on Christmas Eve to have blood work drawn. Yes, I said give myself shots. I had traveled home to spend some time with my family during the holidays. My husband wasn’t able to meet me until a few days later. So, I had been giving myself my own intramuscular injections:) Talk about an awkward position! Thank goodness that Pilates has afforded me some impressive flexibility. Anyway, the shots were worth it after all!
I repeated the blood work the day after Christmas just to make sure that the bHCG was rising appropriately. Well, friends, it’s still incredibly early…but it is official. I am definitely pregnant. Now, I’m praying for a healthy, full-term pregnancy! I would usually keep pregnancy results quiet this early along, but what’s the point? You already know the good, bad, and ugly about my struggle toward motherhood, why not loop you in now? If something bad happens, I’m sure I will be blogging my guts out about it, and you will be the first to know (God Forbid). Oh, and I’m open to name suggestions! Leave a comment with your favorites!