It’s been a while, too long in all honesty. The past couple weeks have not been boring, they have not been empty, nor have they been void of personal and marital learning opportunities or anxiety ridden drives to the doctor.
I’m going to leave most of the personal things personal, it’s just how I’m going to do it for now. The only thing I’m going to say is that while I can’t wait until we have a little human to take care of and raise into a real person, there are important things I need to work on before I’m ready. This revelation isn’t stopping or stalling our journey, it’s simply going to be a focus for myself and it will help turn myself into a better (future) father and us into a stronger couple.
Now onto the fun things. Since getting our BFN, we decided to get right back on the horse. While I admitted that it hit me pretty hard, the wife took over the mantle of the positive-thinking, forward-moving leader of this journey. Within two days of getting the call, she was picking up Femara, checking on our supply of Follistim and scheduling out her CD10 appointment. Just like the last time around, it was Femara, 3 shots of Follistim and then one shot of Menapur.
Our one worry this cycle was how the wife’s body would react to the drugs. Last month was her first “full” period in years, by that I mean that it was the first time she’s had eggs along with everything else. The doctors said that because of this, her body might respond differently, but there is no way for us to really know how until the checkup appointment.
While there weren’t any GIANT problems during the 10 days of drug taking so far, the wife did have some side effects. This time around the drugs gave the wife daily afternoon headaches and put her to bed early each night. On the scale of annoying to dangerous side effects, these were tribulations the wife was able to deal with with relatively ease. We just made sure that I walked the dog early, and we got into bed early so she could fall asleep when her body wanted to instead of fighting it.
The cd10 appointment, which happened a couple days ago, actually went pretty well. It turns out that the ovulation did affect how the drugs interacted with her biology. Last time around she had 2 solid follicles, which to our RE was a good amount. This time however, the wife’s ovaries went into overdrive, seemingly attempting to make up for lost time by building up 7 potential eggs. According to the doctor over the phone, four of them are very likely to become eggs with the other three being on the fence.
Seven eggs is a lot. Enough that the doctor had to ask if we wanted to move forward with the IUI. Why you might ask? Well, because the chances of multiples goes up a ton, and it’s a vagina, not a clown car. We said when we started this process we had no interest in becoming a TLC special. According to the doctor we have 30% chance of conceiving this time around, and if the wife does get pregnant there would be a 60% chance of twins and a 12%+ chance of triplets.
The wife and I have talked about this before and we’ve always been OK with twins, but triplets and above we were weary about. After the doctor called and talked to the wife about the odds she called me and we talked about what to do. It took only seconds for us both to say that we wanted to go forward, that we were willing to take the risk, that our desire to create life wasn’t going to be help back by the small odds of having triplets or more.
Where does this leave us? Monday we’re doing IUI #2, putting us right back into the TWW that we hate so much. We’re a bit more optimistic this time because of the extra eggs, but the experience from IUI #1 is helping keep me in line better expectations wise.
So, that’s where we are.