DH, doc and the nurses were all positive that this first embryo transfer was going to work and we were going get good news on Friday. I was the only one who said, nope, it didn't work, I don't feel any different. I hate being right. I **KNOW** how I felt when I got pregnant with the twins. I had the worst cramping in the world starting about a week after the IUI and it lasted for 2 weeks, there was implantation bleeding, and my skin broke out like it hadn't in YEARS right around the time I got...
I never thought I could give myself so many shots in such a short period of time! I started the protocol on Friday 8/14, and the egg retrieval was last Thursday 8/27. They got an even dozen, 11 of them were fertilized, and 8 of those became embryos!!!! We'll be doing a 5 day transfer on September 1, and then the 2WW begins...
I'm beyond relieved that this worked for us - 8 embryos gives us 4 chances, although we're most decidedly hoping we'll get lucky the first time out. Once...
We finally have a start date for our first IVF attempt. I go in for the baseline appointment on August 14th and from what I understand things should move quickly through stimulation to retrieval and transfer. Once again, I just keep reminding myself that "good things come to those who wait", and I have to hold on just a little longer. It took 3 IUI cycles last year to get pregnant with my angel babies, and while we've already been through another 3 failed IUIs and 1 cancelled cycle...
Disappointment doesn't even begin to cover the feelings that came with Doc's decision this morning to cancel this cycle. If I had only gotten the bloodwork drawn last week, I could have had everything in order to try an egg retrieval this week! I had a "perfect" IVF response this month (even without all the extra drugs), lots of follies clustered together and growing along beautifully. Unfortunately, if we go any further with the regular protocol, I run the risk of OHSS or higher order...
I never thought "anger" and "bitterness" would ever factor into my feelings about children and motherhood. Today I found out that two high school friends both had their babies this morning, and rather than be happy that they both had healthy pregnancies and children, I am so incredibly angry, sad, and yes very bitter about my own situation. I try not to think about it (or "dwell on it" as DH insists), and most days I try to focus on the fact that I *did* get pregnant,...
