This feels really weird to say: I could be pregnant by Christmas. I’ve known this for months, expecting that we would do IVF before the end of the year, but now the idea is becoming more real.
Yesterday, M and I made the 3-hour trek to the only RE clinic in the state to 1) learn all the messy details of IVF (M’s face still hurts from flinching every time the nurse said vagina – approximately 1,217,493 times, according to M), 2) leave specimen samples, 3) sign dozens of consent forms, and 4) hand over many thousands of dollars for our prepayment to get the show on the road. Our tentative timeline:
October 8 (or thereabouts): Call the clinic on CD 1. Start birth control a few days after that.
Between CD 1 and November 15: Hysterosonogram, trial transfer, procure medications. The hysterosonogram (or saline sonogram) is to check my uterus for polyps or other bits that might interfere with implantation. Normally, I wouldn’t have to have this done, since I had a hysteroscopy a year ago, but my constant premenstrual spotting could indicate something isn’t quite right. Best to fix it before IVF.
November 17: Last birth control pill.
November 22: Baseline appointment. Start stimulation medications (Bravelle and Menopur).
November 25: Blood work.
Between November 27-December 3: Monitoring appointments. Somewhere in there start Ganirelix (Antagon) to prevent ovulation.
Between December 1 and 10: Egg retrieval and embryo transfer.
After the transfer, I opted to use Crinone instead of progesterone in oil injections. I was happy to learn that both are equally effective. The fewer injections, the better, in my book.
How am I feeling about all this? It depends on the moment. I go from excited and hopeful, to exhausted (yes, even before we’ve started!), to wondering why the hell we’re throwing away our money on something that has a greater chance of failing than succeeding. So, really, nothing has changed. I’m all over the place, on a daily basis.
Overall, I will admit, I am hopeful. Did you catch that? I am hopeful. No other treatment we’ve done has had me feeling this genuinely optimistic. I really do believe that we have a good chance at getting pregnant the first try. I know there are a million things that can go wrong, but I have this feeling that they won’t. Of course, now that I’ve put it out there, I’m scared that the universe will strike back with everything it has to make sure I don’t get too comfy in my optimism.