Check, check and CHECK!

Day 3 bloodwork – check!

HSG – check!

Ultrasound – check!

That means that all of my tests that I needed to do before being able to have my follow up appointment at the fertility clinic are DONE!  BOOM!  It feels great to have them done (even though none of them ‘felt great’ to do) because it means not having to delay our appointment.  We really thought that we were going to have to delay, as we were on vacation during the timing for my Day 3 bloodwork but I’m so impressed with my hubby – he made it happen 😉

You see, we were in BC and weren’t sure if we would be able to use my Alberta requisition form for the bloodwork.  But my hubby persevered and did the research and realized we just needed to head to a BC doctor to get a BC form in order to do my BC bloodwork.  So, early on the Friday morning after Canada Day we trekked into town and spent a couple of hours waiting in line at clinics but we MADE IT HAPPEN!

And now ALL of the tests are done and we are set to go for our follow up in less than 2 weeks.  I can’t wait to get the results of the tests and come up with our plan of action.

T-13 days to the planning for Operation Babymaker 😉

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#MicroblogMonday – Worth Fighting For

In going through this, I find happiness is hard.  It is a fight to feel good, to enjoy life, to not feel like I am wasting time.  I fight to enjoy time with friends and not get overwhelmed by other people’s pregnancies.  I fight to enjoy sex and not have that feel like work.  I fight to keep my relationship strong and to be strong for my husband who is also struggling.  And on top of all that, the happiness I fight so hard for is fragile.  Pregnancy Facebook posts feel like an upper cut.  Hanging out with friend’s kids like a punch to the gut.  My happiness is like a house of cards – so hard to build and yet so fragile and quick to fall down.  But I continue to fight.  I remind myself that I don’t want this time to just fly by.  I revel in sunsets and hot showers and a good laugh.  I fight for the little things, the friendships, to keeping my life mine and enjoyable.  And I fight to make this happen for us because I know one day it will happen and all have been worth it.

Feeling, good?

The last few weeks, I have to say that I’m actually feeling … good!  This comes as a bit of a surprise to me as I’m not wondering, “Why not me?” when I see a pregnant person or worrying about friends telling me they are pregnant, again (which we’re pretty sure is just a matter of time for one friend).  I seem to be really focused on me and us and life and enjoying it.  I don’t feel as focused on TRYING or our lack of being pregnant.  Life is just feeling pretty … good!  Maybe it’s because it is summer (although 14 degrees and raining doesn’t really feel like summer) or maybe because we’re actually on the move with our fertility clinic journey.  Whatever the cause, I like the effect!  For the first time in a year, I don’t feel like I’m quite so distracted by TTC.  And it’s nice to feel this way…

One thing that is helping is that I got together with an acquaintance I haven’t seen in years but who went through IVF for her first pregnancy and then conceived naturally with her second.  It was SO WONDERFUL to actually talk to another human who has gone through similar things.  While not all of my friends have gotten pregnant on the first try (although some have), none have had to make the trip to the fertility clinic.  They are all great, wonderful friends and are doing their best to understand but they just can’t.  Chatting with this friend was so great to get that firsthand experience of what IVF is like, how it all works, timelines – all that good stuff.  And, of course, seeing her two kids and knowing what will (hopefully) be the end result helped immensely.

The interesting thing is that it continues to make me feel like IVF is the way to go for me.  I haven’t been diagnosed with any major issues but I want to GET ON WITH IT.  I worry that IUI will just be delaying the inevitable.  I am almost 35 and if we want to have more than one kid, it makes me feel like IUI is heading me down the road to being a mom in my LATE 30s and I’m just not sure if that’s a position I want to be in.  My husband and I have even saved up a chunk of money in case we need to do IVF and that makes me feel like TIME is a more precious commodity for us than MONEY.  Don’t get me wrong, I know that IVF is very expensive but I’m feeling like losing these precious days and months is a bigger potential catastrophe thank plunking down that (large) chunk of change.  Ultimately, we have to wait another couple of weeks before we get all of our results and I guess we shall see where that takes us.  But my gut just keeps telling me to get a move on and take the more aggressive course…

In the meantime, may as well keep this good feeling going as long as I can.  If there’s anything that I’ve seen on this journey it is that there are so many unexpected twists and turns, so I just have to enjoy the good parts when I’m in them.  Which means now.  And this weekend.  And hanging with my hubby.  And watching some movies while it pours outside.  And doing some canning!  And eating yummy food.  Sounds good to me 😉

Patience…

Oh boy, do I have patience.  Which comes in handy during this windy, bumpy, not very fun road that is infertility.

As some background, my now husband and I met in grad school, both of us 24.  It took us by surprise but life and love does that sometimes.  I shall spare the gory details, but 9 years later, we got married.  Through that, I learned patience.  If patience is a virtue then I am Eve before the apple.  Or some metaphor that makes me a very virtuous person (at least when it comes to patience…).  In that time, I got to watch countless friends get engaged and get married.  I am embarrassed to admit the jealousy that I felt during that time.  All I wanted was to be happy for them, as they were my close friends, but deep down I felt jealous that I wasn’t in their shoes.  Eventually I learned to focus on me and us and we managed to turn the corner on our own relationship and future and here we are – part of the club living a happily married life.

As soon as we got married, we started trying to conceive.  At that point, we were both 33 and knew that while we were still young, time wasn’t necessarily on our side.  In the back of my mind, I was also aware of the fact that my mom had endured four miscarriages before and after the birth of myself and my brother.  That always made me feel like getting pregnant might not be as simple as the birds and bees for us.

Even with some of these nagging thoughts, I was still excited to actually be married and to actually be trying.  I had waited so long for my husband to want to *officially* be a family with me that it was especially exciting to try and get pregnant.  Many of my friends and family already had kids but I felt like we weren’t that far behind in the game.  I did the basic online research of understanding what you can do to help yourselves be successful.  I have always had a consistent cycle, although it is on the longer side (35 days) so my friends all said that I was lucky because I would be able to time things pretty easily.  I started acupuncture immediately as my one friend raved that it was the thing that helped her conceive (after a year of trying).  I cut back on the booze and caffeine and continued to eat well and exercise.

I still remember the feeling that first month of walking around the halls at work thinking “I might be pregnant.”  “I could be pregnant.”  “What does it feel to be pregnant?”  It was exhilarating.  I would see a pregnant woman on the street and silently think to myself that I might be in her shoes.  Needless to say, it was not a success that month.  I experienced that first month of failure and cried.  I let myself feel the realization that we wouldn’t be one of the couples where it happens on the first try.  The questions of “will we have challenges?” started to creep in.  I started to wonder how long this road would be….

But I pulled myself together to try again for Month 2.  And month 3.  And month 4.  I continued going to acupuncture.  I continued denying myself delicious coffee.  At this point, I had my regular physical and talked to my doctor about our desire for children.  He suggested that I use an ovulation predictor kit to make sure that I was ovulating.  I RAN to the pharmacy for the kit.  I was pumped as I was pretty sure that I would be ovulating in a couple of days and I would be able to see that little smiley face.  I started testing, making sure test at the right time of day and all that jazz.  A few days went by, then a week, then longer.  I got discouraged – I was supposed to have ovulated and nothing showed up on the tests.  I went to acupuncture and almost cried telling her of my frustrations.  I felt like I was taking one step forward and then two back.  She consoled me and I left feeling better.  Then I got my period on day 25.  That had NEVER happened before.  My cycle had always been 35 days and while it did throw me for a loop, at least it helped me to understand why the OPK hadn’t worked.  I geared up the next month to try again and voila – a happy face!  Although we weren’t successful that month, I was at least encouraged to know that I was ovulating and that my understanding of my cycle was correct – I was right on schedule!  Maybe one step forward?

Then my coworker recommended reading Taking Charge of Your Fertility.  I got the book home and read it in one sitting, devouring the knowledge that I couldn’t believe I didn’t already know.  I was astounded to learn all these things about my cycle that no doctor or educator had ever bothered to mention.  I couldn’t believe that I had all of these tools at my fingertips to understand my cycle and my body better.  To be able to actually see the target and take aim at making this happen for us.  So I ran to the pharmacy to grab a thermometer (at this point, I was getting a good workout just from running to the pharmacy…).  I downloaded an app to track things better.  I re-read the book to make sure I was getting it and knew what to look for.  I couldn’t wait to see that spike in my temperature; to know that I had actually ovulated and when; to recognize the signs in my own body that I had ovulated.  But alas, the spike never came.  Right when I thought I would be ovulating and when the other signs were potentially pointing to it, my temperature inched up.  One degree at a time, over a five day period…  Again, I had that feeling of one step forward, two backward.  Every time I thought I had unlocked the secrets for getting pregnant, something would go in a different direction.  I continued tracking my temperature and continued to see this trend.  It would eventually go up but it was always later in my cycle and it made me confused for when I was actually ovulating.

After 8 months of trying, we headed into the holidays.  I felt sad as I think I secretly assumed that if we started trying in April, we were bound to be pregnant by Christmas.  I don’t think I ever acknowledged this to myself until I was feeling sorry for myself and upset at the prospect of a new year and still not pregnant.  But, again, I pulled myself together.  I knew that stressing out would only make things worse and tried to look at 2015 as a new year, a new opportunity, and hopefully the year that I would become a mom.  I also looked forward because my doctor told me if I wasn’t pregnant by January that I could get a referral to the fertility clinic.  While we definitely didn’t want to have to involve science, we were at least excited to get onto the list.  Well, until we realized it would take 6 more months to get in there…  But at least we were able to start the process and the wheels were turning.

Meanwhile, we just relaxed into trying.  After some stops and starts and some issues in 2014, we did start to get into a good groove.  We were getting back to enjoying being together and it was feeling less like *work*.  I even took my eating to a new level and really listened to my acupuncturist.  She had looked at my charts and had some additional recommendations on supplements and things to eat.   I decided to really go for it and, to my surprise, right after ovulating my breasts started to hurt.  And it didn’t go away.  And my heart was beating fast.  I definitely felt pregnant.  I couldn’t believe it – after over a year of trying, I felt like things were falling into place and I was pregnant.  I even went to acupuncture and when she checked my pulse, she said it definitely felt different.  I started to picture myself leaving the path of infertility and heading towards being a mom.  It made the previous year just drift away and made it feel worthwhile.

Unfortunately, after a week of feeling pregnant, I got my period.  I still believe that I was pregnant but that it was very early.  I was devastated.  I was sad and I just wanted to turn back time to the previous day.  I tried to look at the positives – we actually got pregnant!!!  Now I knew how it felt!!!  We were able to dream about it!!!  But even with all that positive thinking, I just couldn’t get myself out of the funk of being sad about it.  In my head, I knew it was a good thing but in my heart, I was upset and frustrated and angry.  I had even managed to calm down about feeling like I was in a rush and then this made me feel even more rushed than I had before.  I felt even more anxious about being able to make it happen.

Luckily, we were headed on a very well-timed vacation to Hawaii with no kids or pregnant friends just a couple of weeks later.  It was exactly what I needed to get myself back into the right head space.  I was able to look forward to our meeting with the fertility clinic that was just a couple of weeks away.  I was able to read some books, soak in some sun, have some margaritas, enjoy time with my husband, see a shark (just a little one!) and mostly be able to see a life beyond just focusing on getting pregnant.  It got me back to myself and back to living my life.

I came back from Hawaii feeling energized.    Shortly after, we had our appointment at the clinic.  It was just intake but it was good to get the medical forms for the tests and to get the ball rolling.  It turns out that my husband has antibodies in his sperm and it’s unclear what impact that will have on things and if that has had an impact on things in the past.  I’ve now gotten my Day 3 bloodwork checked off and my HSG test (not as bad for me as what it sounds like for other people!).  I’ve got my ultrasound next week and then will be back at the clinic in August to figure out a plan of attack.

This has been my path so far…  It has been up and down and bumpy but I’m pretty proud of myself for keeping it together as well as I have.  I try to enjoy the little things and to focus on information as it comes to me.  Like many others, I have cried when hearing the news of a friend who isn’t even sure she wants a baby getting pregnant the first try.  I have felt like EVERYONE is getting pregnant while life passes me by.  I have longed for going on maternity leave and decorating the nursery and telling everyone the good news.  But I have learned to take it in stride and see it as a long term goal instead of a month to month battle.  As much as I have always had a hunch that we would have an issue getting pregnant, we haven’t received any terrible diagnoses yet so it may just be a matter of time.  My husband and I are closer than ever and are really working to be supportive of one another.  For that, I know that I am lucky and I try to focus on that instead of what is missing from my life.  For so long, I wanted us to be married and now we are, and that is a miracle in itself!  Now I just get to keep practicing my patience and waiting for the future to unfold (while doing everything I can to head in a positive direction).  I’m hoping that writing out my journey will help to keep me in a positive headspace even though the path may not be a short one.  I think that’s one of the toughest parts – we could get pregnant tomorrow (well, not tomorrow…) or it could be years.  Only time will tell…  I know we haven’t tried for that long and that we are still somewhat young but once you know what you want and you are waiting for this thing that is going to change your life, you can’t help but be excited and anxious and upset when things don’t work out.  All that I can hope is that one day, I will be a mom.  And that it will happen, eventually…