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Hold your breath….close your eyes….hope for the best

When I titled this blog a couple of years ago, it was about my journey to get healthy. Let’s be honest, it wasn’t about a journey to get healthy…it was about a journey to lose weight. That’s my idea of “healthy”. When I re-purposed it as our infertility blog, it gained new meaning. Regardless of what you have going on in your life, you have to always keep looking ahead. So despite what events are happening , you have to keep trudging forward and put everything behind you. The good news is, you don’t have to forget them. You can look back and reflect on how they changed you, how they made you better or worse, and ultimately how they are impacting the road in front of you.

We have had a pretty insane last couple of months. I don’t want to get into particulars now, because there really isn’t anything I can say that will make me feel better about what has happened. There isn’t anything I can say that makes the rearview version positive….yet. There WILL be….just not yet.

All of this brings me to the point of today. My rearview mirror over the last 12 months has been filled with so many ups, downs, twists and turns. Today, the road in front of us will forever be changed. Our son, whom we worked so hard to have will be coming into this world whether he likes it or not. I can’t change that road…not that I would want to….and I can’t change what has happened to get us here. All I can do is hold my breath, close my eyes and hope for the best.

April 16, 2015 …… the day our road becomes a bit more crowded, scary, unpredictable and filled with so much uncertainty. While I am looking forward to our rearview mirror, because it’s not a bad thing to see how you allow life to change you, I am more looking forward to looking at our now.  See you soon baby Walker. You are already my now.

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17 weeks down, I still don’t glow, and drama-baby saga continues.

Ok…so maybe the glow is a metaphorical glow.  Other people say I glow, I however, feel like I am either glowing from sweat (I get hot) or glowing from just taking a bath (I like to soak in warm water) or glowing from the low-grade fever I have had off and on due to this cold I can’t seem to get rid of…but whatever it is, I want to glow because I feel good!  🙂

Anyways…glow-rant is over.  Now on to the fact that this baby refuses to do anything without some sort of climactic build-up. Dr. P said that its b/c its a product of two independent thinkers and it likes to do things at its own pace.  I say its b/c it is 50% Jesse and well, we all know how he is!  Me on the other hand?  I am not stubborn at all.  I go with the flow and am pretty much the most predictable person known to man (queue the thunderous laughter).  So why am I calling baby Walker an “it”?  Well, thats because I like a climactic build up too!

So we went in for our 16 week check-up and we were supposed to just have an OB exam and doppler for the heartbeat.  I was giving Dr. Hsaio a hard time, bc since our last appointment we had decided to find out the sex, and we weren’t scheduled for an ultrasound until 20 weeks. Well….as he dopplered around I noticed that he kept finding MY heartbeat, but not baby Walker’s. He started joking around about how if we wanted to find the sex out today, he could go clear out ultrasound.  We said, “ok” and he left.  I turned to Jesse and said, “you know he is taking us to ultrasound bc he couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat…right?”  Jesse isn’t an idiot, he knew, and so we waited.  As we walked to ultrasound, Dr. H casually mentioned that we will also get to hear the “hiding heartbeat”.

Oh hiding heartbeat.  Why must you be so elusive?  That day was my first belly ultrasound. I am more familiar with “the wand” so the gel was a shock to my system!  As he moved the ultrasound tool around, we saw a little baby, wiggling its butt, and clearly asleep.  We were used to seeing a dancing fetus, but today it was just chilling…chilling with a heartbeat of 148  bpm. JERK!  Why you gotta scare your parents like that?!  I was so focused on hearing that little heartbeat, that when Dr. H was shaking things around to get the baby to open its legs, I almost missed it when he said, “which one of you has something hanging between your legs? That’s right….it’s a boy”.  That man cracks me up!  As I wrote that sentence, I repeated it in my head in his voice.  So yes…baby Walker is baby BOY Walker. We are big on boys in our family. Considering Fiona won’t allow us to bring in another girl, we dodged a bullet there!

So according to Dr. H and everything I read, I apparently should start feeling the baby in some form in the next few weeks. We got our preliminary chromosomal testing done and everything is checking out.  We did one more big guns test, the Harmony test, to give us insight into anything else that may be going on. All in all, we are just chugging along. Not going to lie and say that I am not freaked out all the time.  I am so afraid that something is going to go wrong, and since I don’t have another appointment until 12/5, I have to just hope all is ok.  But other than all of the above, everything is good in baby Walker land!

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Where is this “glow” everyone talks about?

So I am almost four months pregnant, and I have yet to get the “glow” so many people talk about.  The following, however, is what I have gotten/learned:

1) I have learned that either the people all over the internet lie about everything, or I am just a weird case.

2) I have learned that once you have a child, you are apparently given a button that makes you an expert.

3) I have learned that no babies sleep in cribs, and yet I see thousands of pictures of babies sleeping in them.

4) I have learned that I don’t need to buy anything at all for the baby, because all they will do is hang out in a bouncy thing.

5) Morning sickness is not actually morning sickness. It is all day sickness, that in my case, gets worse at night.

Don’t get me wrong, I have loved being pregnant.  We fought so hard to have this baby, and this baby fought so hard to make sure we knew it was there.  But being pregnant is not easy.  Aside from the physical demands, it has opened the door for so many opinions that, to be honest, are often times unsolicited…and yet people feel it is necessary for me to hear.

Newsflash….Jesse and I want to make the same mistakes that everyone else makes. Its what makes having a baby real. Every child is different, just like every parent is different….and while I appreciate people’s attempts to help us save money, what seems practical for you, may not be for us. As I am writing this, it makes me sad that some people may read into this and think it is me being ungrateful, or even worse, directing it at them specifically, but in reality its not directed at anyone. Jesse and I want to do this. And if you know either of us very well, you know that we are going to do what we want anyways 🙂

I still have so many friends that are still on their fertility journey.  Every day I think about them, and remind myself that the annoyances that I feel today pail in comparison to what they are dealing with.  I have gotten GREAT news from one of my first infertility friends, H. She had a successful IUI after several tries. And then one of my newer friends got pregnant without science, after two failed IVFs. Life is funny, and never a guarantee.

Off to go make some terrible decisions…I think this time on clothes.

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Baby prisons….pregnancy guilt…and trying to be normal

We are almost 12 weeks now, so we are in the throws of researching all of the things we absolutely “need” for #theclaw. Stores like Babies R Us totally stress me out with their shelves of stuff.  Don’t get me wrong, I am sure most of it is helpful and some of it is necessary, but it seems a bit like over-kill to me. The search for the perfect stroller, crib, car seat, swing, etc is enough to make a type-A google-aholic go crazy.  I find myself in a blur when I am comparing everything…and I have to keep telling myself that at the end of the day I can probably put a diaper on the kid, give it a wooden spoon and a boob and it will be fine 🙂 However, that doesn’t eliminate my anxiety over building the best environment we can for #theclaw.

Furniture is causing me one of the biggest headaches yet. Cribs are hideous.  They either look like giant headboards with rails (b/c 75% are “convertible” beds) or monstrous wooden prisons. For such a necessary piece of furniture to be so ugly and cheap looking is beyond me.  I am not going to spend thousands of dollars for one that looks just like a cheaper one…only with more elaborate railings and end pieces. I have an amazing company that makes solid wood gorgeous furniture for me (You’re Unique–based in Georgia http://www.youreunique.net/, btw) but they won’t make me a crib for liability reasons.  I get it…but I am just so used to having quality furniture from them, that I am comparing everything to what they made me. We found one at Pottery Barn Kids, but I don’t like the color. I found an iron one, but I am afraid it will be too girly…and well we aren’t finding out what we are having….and well, after typing that, I realized I really don’t care.  So we will continue to search…eventually we will find something, and if not, COSTCO makes really nice dog beds and I am thinking the baby will be fine in that for a few months…right?

Pregnancy guilt.  Over the last 8 months I have become part of several infertility groups. I have seen, on many occasions, women in these groups get angry when someone announces they are pregnant.  It gets worse when their pregnant friends complain about things like morning sickness, or being uncomfortable. Because of their reactions, I have been very quiet in the groups that I once found supportive. But this blog is MY safe haven. I am going to be honest…being pregnant has not been easy on me. I have not had morning sickness…I have had all day sickness, that tends to get worse at night.  I have come down with a stomach virus and sinus infection (and now cold) that I can’t take anything for, because I am pregnant.  You are basically forced to suffer.  Don’t get me wrong…I am thrilled that #theclaw is growing healthy inside my belly, and I wouldn’t change any of it….but being pregnant is something that I was not prepared for, and I am only in my first trimester.

I don’t know that I will be what I consider “normal” ever again. In 7 months, #theclaw will actually be here, and my normal today is me, Jesse and our 5 fur-kids.  Right now something else has more control over my body than I do. In the past two weeks I have been more exhausted than I thought a person could be. I have been sicker than I have been in probably 10 years (except when I had food poisoning). I am trying to stay engaged with my day to day life, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it was a struggle. They say that you start feeling more “pregnant normal” in the second trimester.  Here’s to hoping that “they” are correct. Also…here’s to hoping I can wear maternity clothes soon…jeans with sweatpants on top? YES PLEASE!

Oh…and here is the last pic of #theclaw for 4 weeks…(please note, this was taken a couple days shy of 12 weeks, bc someone thought burrowing into my uterus was fun — FYI, it causes cramping and some bleeding..so it’s not fun for mom):

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So….yeah….we are pregnant.

IMG_7336Yeah, I know…I know. I already posted in August that we WEREN’T pregnant, and then there was the maybe we were, and then I went silent.  Well, I went silent because the roller coaster got to be too much. It felt like my heart-rate was never going down, and I was constantly on edge from one ultrasound to another.  But then today happened.

Today was my first appointment with my regular OBGYN, Alliance OBGYN. Today was amazing. We are officially 10 weeks pregnant. The baby was moving it’s little nubby arms and legs around like crazy, and its heartbeat was really strong. As of today, we have less than a 5% rate of miscarriage, which makes me feel a lot better.  Not 100% out of the woods, but I don’t think you ever are until the baby is born.

I honestly can say that I had no idea that we would be here today.  There were so many things working against this little baby, and it just kept hanging on (which is why we will now be referencing baby Walker as “The Claw”).  From one appointment to the next, the baby grew and the heartbeat got stronger.  We are so thankful for all of the support we have gotten and I am thrilled to finally be sharing the results of the last few months.

I know some people may feel like I am sharing too early, but at this point, the baby will do what the baby will do…and we are excited to be celebrating all we have accomplished at this point.  We would have never gotten here without the tremendous support from our friends, family and the amazing staff at Georgia Reproductive Specialists. If you are in Atlanta and are in need of fertility assistance, I can assure you, there is NO better practice out there.  You will always be treated with respect and they care more about their patients than they do about having a Saturday off.

So I guess my posts from here on will be documenting our pregnancy.  Glad to be off the roller coaster, and getting on a less crazy ride….especially since my “morning sickness” is ALL day sickness!  The Claw is due April 2015!!!

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I love roller coasters, but not endless ones.

So where do I begin?  I feel like I have so much to share.  So much to catch the world up on.  And yet, so few words to describe what I am feeling and thinking in my head.  I think the best thing to say from the beginning, is that I kind-of lied in my post when I said I wasn’t pregnant.  Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t intentional.  My body was very clear, or so we thought, that there wasn’t a baby on board.  I will use the next few paragraphs to describe the hills, cork-screws and loops that we have been on over the past few weeks.

Going up the first hill: As you will remember, I had my early scare and started going to the doctor 8 days past my 3 day transfer (August 11). At that point all looked ok, and when they took my HCG blood test (pregnancy hormone) my level was 6.9 (anything above 5 and between 25 needs to be re-checked in a couple days).  Keep in mind this is really early to detect a pregnancy, so it was interesting.  August 13, I had my blood checked again and my HCG level was 12.1. In a viable pregnancy your hormone levels are supposed to double every 48 hours, and mine were. However, I was still having some issues that were leaning towards me being not pregnant.

Down the first hill: August 15 my mom and I went to GRS for an ultra-sound and tests, and it was at that point that my doctor determined that I wasn’t pregnant.  My body internally just didn’t look like a woman’s who was preparing or carrying a baby.

Around the first bend on the way up to the loop: August 18 I had to go back to the doctor to end my first clinical trial. Physical. Pregnancy blood test. And discuss the next protocol (this was when I posted my last blog update). We were ready to start our next fresh cycle and we had accepted this one didn’t work.

Loop #1: The HCG blood test came back from that monday at 156. Typically an HCG # doesn’t go up when a woman isn’t pregnant. So that put us down a whole different path…ectopic.  Ectopic pregnancies are when the embryo doesn’t implant in the uterus and attaches to the tubes or somewhere else in the reproductive organs (fallopian tubes usually, but sometimes ovaries or other places, from what I’ve read).  The fear behind ectopics are rupturing and causing serious issues that sometimes require surgery.  However, every angle in the ultrasound showed no evidence of an ectopic. So I had to come back in two days.

Coming out of loop #1: August 20. Ultrasound to check for ectopic…gonna shock you…nothing could be seen.  When I tell you nothing could be seen, I mean no signs of ectopic or viable pregnancy. A couple weird areas, but nothing of note. Blood test done and results came back 491.  So they more than doubled between Monday and Wednesday.

Really fast twist: August 21. Went BACK to the doctor to get an ultrasound bc I wasn’t feeling great. That was when we saw things that looked a bit more normal, and we thought we should see my numbers go down.

Up the second hill: August 22. Went back in for blood.  The number had to go down. Everything looked more in line with the fact that it would. I went home and waited for Amy to call me to give me the new lower number….except it wasn’t.  My new HCG # was 1292.  

Down the second hill: I didn’t get an ultrasound that morning, so I went back when I got that number bc I was still so worried about an ectopic. Dr. P was at a conference, so Dr. K did the ultra-sound. After about 10 minutes, she identified what looked like a little fetal sac (Jesse and I call it, the claw or #theclaw).  However, my progesterone numbers and estrogen numbers had been so low throughout this, we truly didn’t think anything was really happening there.  That was when the decision was made to put me on progesterone in oil shots and estrogen to help what seemed like it was cooking.

Going fast into loop #2: I went in to the doctor bright and early on Monday.  I was pretty sure we were on our way down, bc my body through a couple signs at me (or so I thought, again) that we were officially over with this pregnancy. Ultrasound to see what was going on, and Dr. P not only saw fetal sac #1 (#theclaw), but also feta sac #2 and what looks like fetal sac #3.  Before you get all crazy about triplets, let me say that none of the sacs really looked like they should at this particular stage.  We couldn’t tell if any were viable, or if they were all empty.  That was when I was introduced to Dr. Time.  While not a physical doctor, Dr Time was really all we could and can rely on to hopefully shed some light on what is happening in my body.  We didn’t even do blood, because it wasn’t going to tell us anything more than what the ultrasound showed.

So now we wait.  We wait until next Tuesday, September 2, to see if any one of these 3 little beans have anything to show us. I have been so thankful to having a doctor whom I fully trust, and who has managed this insanity with incredible composure. He has never freaked me out.  He has never told me that I need to be worried.  He got dealt a patient whose body shows one thing and whose labs tell another.  Dr. P said the story is made up of so many pieces and my pieces just weren’t telling a very clear story.  And even further, y nurses and the staff at GRS are so amazing and supportive, I can’t even say enough about them.

Now you will understand why I have been so hesitant to post what is going on in our journey.  Hopefully we will have answers on Tuesday, and whatever those answers are I can truly say that I am ready.  We have the support of our family, friends and the amazing GRS staff and we will keep on traveling down our path.

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“It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.” – Ram Dass

Paths. Directions. Decisions. Over the past 2 1/2 years, we have gone down many paths. Traveled in many directions. And made more decisions than I can even remember. From work to health to life, there has never been a life decision that we have made that didn’t include one thing that blocked us, whether temporarily or permanently. This isn’t me being a drama-queen. Like seriously, not even the least important decisions have been without challenges!  I needed a new car. One that would fit our five dogs. We decided on one, found a good deal, went to look at it, and realized that the way the seats folded that even though the truck was ENORMOUS, our super tall wolfhound mix just wouldn’t fit.  Believe me, I know this isn’t a significant issue, I only use it as an example of how even the easiest decision or direction for us, is just that… not easy.

Our path into the world of IVF was one that started with two unsuccessful IUIs, and now one unsuccessful fresh transfer invitro cycle. As I divulged in the last post, our first transfer resulted in an early miscarriage, or chemical pregnancy. This is the same way our prior pregnancy ended. It’s hard to not think that maybe my body just can’t or doesn’t want to be pregnant, but I refuse to go down THAT path. We have SO MANY positive paths to journey down, I am not going to become the woman who detours down the negative ones. So what is next?  Well, like everything else in our life we have several tough decisions in front of us. Here they are, and I would love to hear the opinions of anyone who is reading this:

1) Enroll in round two of the trial. This would mean going through the entire retrieval process again, as well as transfer another two fresh 3 day embryos. It also means we would get to freeze whatever remaining embryos we had and add them to the 5 we have. This would cost us $5,500 including all of our medication.

2) We have 5 frozen embryos from our first retrieval. We can do what they call a FET (Frozen Egg Transfer). With five embryos, they would more than likely transfer 2 at a time, then if neither of those take, transfer 1. Keep in mind that this is assuming all 5 make it out of the deep frost. Not sure what this route would mean financially, but it will probably be the cheapest.

3) If we choose route #2, we would not be eligible to enroll in a second round of the trial. If for some reason none of the 5 make it, either out of thaw or into actual viable babies, then we would have to go through traditional IVF. This path would cost us roughly $16,000.

4) There is a possible fourth path, but I am waiting on word from my clinic to find out if its an option that I can put out there. 

So that is where we are. Four paths. All different financial consequences. All with different physical demands. None with guaranteed results. But all four are positive. All four give us a chance to have the baby that we want. I feel like we are lucky to even have the option to do any of these, and can’t wait to decide which one we walk down.

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I’m not pregnant….and I am not a failure.

This is the post I wrote on Monday that sat in my drafts all week. Turns out we had implantation and I was pregnant, but pregnancy was ” chemical”. We have several paths to choose from, and I’ll write about that later…. But this post deserved to be posted. PLEASE, no I’m sorry’s or it will happen next time/sometime/soon etc. I am not sharing this for sympathy, I’m sharing so that anyone else out there who may be experiencing similar challenges will know they are not alone. We are down, but not out. I refuse to be owned by something I can’t control.

POST FROM LAST MONDAY:

Funny….that was way easier to type than I thought. As I sit here, it is hard to not go through the last few weeks and try to find that one thing that made our cycle unsuccessful. Truth be told, there isn’t a “one thing”. My body just wasn’t ready or prepared to be pregnant. I cried for an hour yesterday. I cried harder than I could remember. Then I did. Then I remembered. I cried that hard a year ago when we had our miscarriage.

I can’t say that I am a ball of emotion right now, because I really am not. I am sad. I am frustrated. But more than anything, I am annoyed that my body robbed me from even a full two week wait. One of the things you are almost guaranteed during infertility treatments is a two week wait. With all the meds they give you, it practically forces your body to not have a period. Well, forces everyone but me. In true Mindy fashion, nobody or nothing forces me to do anything. 

I can’t say that I didn’t know this was a possibility. I did. In my head I knew that we still had a big chance that this wouldn’t work, but in my heart I knew it HAD to work. There is a difference between what the head knows and what the heart wants, and I have been so conflicted during this process. I am a rational person, despite what some would say, and yet as I go through this the rational side of me often disappears and I become someone who can’t and doesn’t want to listen to reason.

As I was having my meltdown yesterday, I was telling Jesse things like “I am a failure” and “I don’t want to do this anymore”, when I know for damn certain, I am not a failure. Despite everything that has happened recently (including things outside of trying to get pregnant), I am not a broken person. I am not a failure. I don’t need anyone, including myself, to handle me with kid gloves. And I do want to keep trying. We have 5 frozen embryos that are sitting there waiting for their chance to become our baby. 

We really do have so much to be thankful for. Our families are incredibly supportive, and we both couldn’t be surrounded by more love. Friends have been throwing their love and support our way throughout this entire process, and I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing that is. Jesse is 100% healthy and is going to take his Krav Maga black belt test this week, which he will undoubtedly rock. Our doctor and nurses are some of the most amazing people I have encountered on earth, and I consider myself lucky to be a patient of theirs. And finally, Jesse and I are so lucky to have one another. I know everyone says that about their spouse, but I truly mean it. 

We will make it through all of this. We will find an end to our journey. While I hope that end means we will have a child, I know that regardless of what happens, the end will not be lonely. 

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Choose your own adventure: They were fun when I was a kid…not so much now.

I wrote a totally different blog post this morning at 5:45 am.  Sparing all of the details, let’s just say I woke up to a scene that would have made Dexter cringe, so I emailed my doctor and asked what to do, and he said come in. So I wrote what I was thinking at that point and put it in “draft” just in case what I was thinking was somehow wrong. However, with what I was seeing and feeling, there was no way I was wrong.

Went in to Georgia Reproductive, and immediately saw Amy.  She could tell I was uncomfortable, as the pain I was experiencing was pretty intense. We went into a conference room, and she sat there and talked to me while I felt like I was going to lose my entire inner-being. I love them there. Even with all that was going on, I was at ease. Hopped into a room with Dr. P and was ready to hear how my IVF cycle had failed. 

I am still waiting for him to tell me I am out…and well he can’t. And no, it’s not because he isn’t smart.  That man is a genius (a funny one at that). It’s because my body wasn’t telling him that. My cervix was completely closed and my uterine lining was thick and showed no signs of shedding. I had no visible new bleeding in my cervix and as far as he could tell, I am not having my cycle. I now understand those shows that the woman doesn’t know she is pregnant!!  (My friend H TOTALLY knows what I am talking about) So confusing.

So I gave blood and walked out at least knowing that I wasn’t dying, and that my doctor and nurses were being as positive as they could be and I needed to follow suit. I am actually 4 days before a traditional blood test would be done, but considering the circumstances, we had to go ahead and do it. I’m not “not pregnant”, but I am not out of the water yet.  So that is where I am leaving this post. 

Wednesday we will know more. Stay tuned and let’s hope I don’t have to bring the other post out of drafts.  Good vibes are definitely appreciated!!!

 

 

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Life really does come full circle….and some pretty cool pictures.

We did our embryo transfer on Saturday August 2, 2014.  You have to go in with a full bladder, and for some reason that was REALLY hard for me. In an hour I drank over 32 ounces of fluid and…nothing.  Then there was the small vein plague, I’ve talked about that before…they are just itty-bitty. But after all of that, we put these two little bad boys in (btw, Thanks to the always wonderful Dr. Perloe, the AMAZING nurse Tracy, Cynthia who was our anesthesiologist at retrieval, and the embryologist, who took care of me):

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That is pretty cool, right?  Jesse doesn’t think they look ANYTHING like him, and his brother Joe says it looks like cauliflower was the dad, but we were all really excited. All 10 made it to Saturday. Some were stronger than others, but these two were the best and the others we are going to try to have make it to day 5 and then freeze them.  It was really fun to text my family and friends with the picture of the embryos, and who knew how AWESOME it was going to be to see them.  Science is so freaking cool!

So the full circle thing. I realized on August 3, that it was my in-law’s Joe and Alla’s wedding anniversary.  It being their anniversary, also means it was the anniversary of when we conceived the baby we lost last year. Just take my word for it that I know EXACTLY when that baby was conceived. Almost a year to the date, we put these embryos into my uterus. So weird. I can’t even remember the person I was a year ago. I remember the loss. I remember the pain. But I don’t remember the person. I have learned and grown so much, and Jesse and I have definitely grown as a couple. I am so incredibly proud of us.

Now the fun stuff!  Not only was this transfer done a year later than the previous pregnancy, but we also transferred two embryos on NATIONAL TWINS DAY! FREAKY! The universe is so funny. 🙂 So like my previous IUIs, IVF is no different, we are now in a two week wait. We are supposed to go in August 18th for our beta test….I won’t last that long. Not sure why mine is 16 days after transfer, but we will see!!  

Few things to end with: 

1) The good family news I couldn’t spill last week was that Jesse’s sister married her long-time girlfriend Jen in July! So excited for them.  Both of them are super smart history Phd candidates and we can’t wait to see them to celebrate.

2) I couldn’t sleep last night because the whole time I was thinking about what I would tell a group of women who were looking at going down their own infertility paths. I don’t know why I was consumed by the thought, but all I can think of is maybe I need to find an additional forum to try and help outside my blog. I don’t know what that forum is, but I feel like it is something that I need to look for!

3) The final count was: 17 eggs retrieved, 13 mature, 10 fertilized, 2 transferred and 5 made it to blast and are now frozen. (Which means that there are 5 little Jesse/Mindy babies waiting to be put in at any moment)

4) These two crazy kids, made those two embryos above! (This was from egg retrieval): IMG_3791

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