Seasons

There’s 7 weeks left to the year. Our journey started in Feb. 2019. After TTC for quite some time and then having a chemical pregnancy, I felt something was awry and needed attention. In February I had my first fertility appointment and by March 1, I had the fertility diagnosis. We began our first round of injections the day we moved into our new home… talk about ironic timing. We had our first egg retrieval in April. The day of the egg retrieval I learned I needed surgery for yet another issue. That surgery took place in June. Due to the healing involved, the embryo transfer couldn’t be earlier than August. I called on the first day of my August period… turns out we could not do the retrieval in August, the lab would be closed for maintenance right around the time I would have the transfer.

Transfer moved to September.

Transfer failed.

2nd Transfer in November.

To The Day That Started It All!

Today makes 5 years since we went on our first date. It was a very brisk Monday evening and the restaurant/bar was too nice for a first date. We met outside, promptly at 6:00 p.m.. I had a few books in my hand since the library was only 2 blocks south of the bar. He immediately pointed out that he had ripped yet another pants on his work chair.

We entered the pretty swanky bar , chosen by him because of its equidistant to both our offices.

One drink turned into two,and then dinner. I believe we left the place around 10:00 p.m.. A pretty long first date. A pretty expensive first date.

We discussed everything from jobs, careers, aspirations, failed marriages and engagements. We walked to the train together, got on the same train and chatted some more. He got off at his stop, not without giving me a kiss first and we exchanged pleasantries about meeting up within the week.

We return to that bar every year on or about our anniversary. This year we will delay the outing until after test day.

5 years! In that time we’ve gone on multiple trips, several international adventures, gala’s, museums, shows and endless weddings. Each weekend for the first few years was a new adventure from beach parties to fancy black tie affairs…we had finally found someone to share our zest for life with.

A little less than 2 years later we got engaged. Soon after we moved into a small 1 bedroom apartment together- that had its own share of stress and coping mechanisms. We planned an out-of-this world multi-day wedding and had 200 people celebrate with us each day.

We were fearless.

We went on an amazing honeymoon in Asia, back ended with yet another wedding. Life was blissful, except for our living situation. That winter we promised ourselves we would not be in that same apartment next winter. While we loved each other dearly, we were both in our early 30’s and needed our own space. It’s no fun trying to intently play Call of Duty while you’re wife experiments with a new recipe 4 feet from you, banging pots and doing the dishes every few minutes.

That Spring we started the house hunt. Because I’m a NYC local and my husband is originally from Western New York, the price tags on the homes caused some friction between us. Of course half-a-million dollars for a home was reasonable, actually we needed to spend a bit more than that to get something more than just the structure of the house. That sum of money would get us a mansion in his part of town. He had every right to be perturbed by the price tags of the homes, I looked in Western NY and found a castle for sale for the same amount of money as a starter home in the NYC/Westchester area.

About 80 homes later and several extensive excel sheets we found our home later that year. We did end up spending another winter in that apartment, but the contracts were signed and we were projected to close in February and move in March!

We had maneuvered thru many first year of marriage issues, some caused by growing pains, others caused by personality differences, the fact that we didn’t grow up together in this relationship, but were 2 individuals merging and adopting to each other, yet remaining individuals.

None of this has prepped us for this past year of marriage. And yet with every struggle we have grown together, become closer- learning about each other’s triggers, coping mechanism- knowing when to step-up so the other can fall apart. This journey has been taxing, but learning how to cope and talk and deal has brought us closer.

Here’s to the past 5 years. If those years weren’t spent making such incredible memories, I don’t think the present would be as comforting as it is.

Shots! Shots! Shots!

And here we go again…

Prepping for Transfer #2.

Last night was my first progesterone shot for this round, so obviously I spent most of today in pain. I tried to be productive in the morning but by noon the pain took over and after 4 hours of laying on my sofa with intermittent napping, I finally feel better at 5pm.

Only to have to do it again tonight.

Today was one of those cool, crisp, fall days. After an entire week of dreary, rainy weather, the normal me would be eager to get outside, bask in the sunlight. Today I was unable to move.

The nuances of this journey is what makes it frustrating and stressful. Yes the shots are necessary and a pain in the butt, literally. But it’s the inability to be who you normally are, embrace the things you would normally do- for me it’s the forced isolation. Not being as social because my body literally can’t handle it.

And all one can think- it’s worth it. The pain is worth it. The sacrifice is worth it.

Let the shots commence.

Embryo Transfer

The day of the transfer was nerve-racking and hopeful.
The directions were to arrive 30 minutes prior to the procedure and to have a full bladder. The overachiever in me drank too much water, to the point I had to pee before the transfer and then pee directly into a bed pan immediately after the transfer.

The transfer itself was quick and painless, minus the pressure against my full bladder as they transferred the embryo… Seeing the embryo gives one so much hope. The picture you leave with makes it feel as if all the shots and needles and ultrasounds have really paid off.
I left hopeful and cautious.

That transfer failed and we are now prepping for transfer #2.
I am not sure I will be able to leave with as much hope as I left with after the 1st transfer. The reality of failure is all too clear and still very near.

Somethings I plan to do differently the 2nd time around:
1. Take the embryo transfer day off as well as the following day. This is less about movement and more about managing my stress level.
2. No hot showers. period.
3. No heating pads to relieve the pain of the progesterone shot. I don’t know if the heating pad had anything to do with the failure, but a bit more precaution seems fine.
4. Every social invite has been met with a “maybe”. I refuse to commit to any gathering or even being social.

And of course, this time around I will manage my water intake. I think one water bottle is enough.

Professional Dwarf-ism

I’ve read about the financial, mental and emotional tolls of IVF. The burden it puts on marriage, relationships- it’s all consuming force that becomes the new normal. What I haven’t heard about is the professional dwarf-ism that occurs when cycle after cycle you wait with baited breath for “good news” that makes sticking with a sucky job- for lack of a better word- makes it all worth it.

I’m at a point in my career and company that if I were not actively trying to have a child, I would be looking for a new job with more challenges and areas for growth. My current organization served its purpose professionally and now it is time to move on.

Ha! Moving on to what? While professional growth has always been a priority for me, it’s time for my professional life to serve as a means to an end.

Having been with my organization for over 5+ years I have secured a reputation for my quality of work and work ethic. Getting into the office late after a doctors appointment isn’t questioned or cause concern. I’ve acquired a vast amount vacation and sick days that allows me to be generous with my self and the time off needed when days get hard and procedures need to be done. And as much as I may gripe, I have an insurance plan that is quite IVF friendly.

Given all those variables, my professional growth is on hold. Churning thru the days dealing with mundane bs and the prospects of no growth just so that I can– have a family.

Test Day

Another lesson.
On my test day I decided to pack my schedule with meetings upon meetings.
Stay busy I heard.
Keep distracted I heard.
That was the worse course of action ever.
Not only was I distracted by the hopes of a phone call, every meeting is now a blur. Every interaction irrelevant.


For anyone going thru their first test day, do what you do to cope. Be who you are when you need to relieve stress. If keeping busy works for you, keep busy. If spending a day reading and painting uplifts you, then do that.

No process of this cycle is a one-fit-all course, so why would test day be any different. All of our cycles are different, our coping mechanisms are different. So be different and indulge in all the things that make you feel normal.

Revived

It’s taken almost an entire year from when I initiated this blog to finally identify it’s niche. So here I am ready to actually write, moderate and learn.
This past year has been one of the most blessed and yet trying. We finished up our 1st year of marriage, embarked on our second; purchased our first home, did some renovations…and began IVF.

So there it is…that journey. It seems prevalent and yet secretive. It is humbling and exhausting. Emotionally, Mentally and Physically taxing. So many suggestions and nothing concrete or guaranteed. Hope upon Hope.

And in the end, all that’s wanted is a heartbeat…