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Fort St John, BC, Canada
My husband, David, and I had been trying to have a baby since November of 2007. After 'letting things happen', we got the amazing news that we were pregnant in June of 2008. Sadly, that pregnancy ended at 9 weeks with a natural miscarriage. After two more chemical pregnancies, we turned to fertility treatments in 2009. That decision was a disaster, with lousy medical care and poor monitoring. In December of 2009, we made the huge decision to move onto IVF. Things fell into place like magic and we began treatment on January 15, 2010. After a blighted ovum in March, we did a successful FET in June, only to endure another blighted ovum in July. We kept up and underwent another IVF in September/October of 2010 with the arrival of our son, Brogan in July of 2011! After our lovely success (finally) we decided to undertake yet another IVF treatment and hope for a sibling for our little red headed boy. Well... so far it's worked. Our story continues below!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Countdown Begins..

I'm nervous. Excited. Scared. Hopeful. So many words to describe what I'm feeling, the experience of having some real solid hope again.

David works about 45 minutes from here right now. He is staying in our travel trailer and once a week I drive down in the evening to stay the night. It's been pretty cool... it's our official 'date night', which kind of means we get to have dinner and sex without worrying about teenagers barging through the door. Yay. You appreciate the little things when you are older, ya know.

So last night was date night. we were having dinner and I asked him if he thought I was being too optimistic, too excited. David is not a pessimist, but he is honest. He's an anchor when I begin to drift away... and I needed this part of him. I wanted to hear how he really felt.

"I think we have every right to be optimistic and to expect good results," he said, looking directly into my eyes. "Everything points to this working".

And it totally changed things for me. Even if it doesn't work. Even if it's a total bust. Even if it's just me and David at the end of September.... well, I'll still know that there's me and David. We're in this together, and that makes this journey worth it, whether we reach the destination or not, we're in it together.
Oh, and of course I am even more optimistic.


So that night, I was able to take my second round of injections. I am taking Repronex. It's used to stimulate my ovaries and encourage them to produce lots of wonderful little eggs that are just waiting for a good looking sperm to come along.

I don't like taking the needles. Wow. Who would have thought? It was harder this time because I held the needle over my skin for at least a full minute. That was worse than the needle, which I ended up not feeling at all. No blood, no bruising, no swelling. I'm getting to be a good reproduction junkie.

Wait a day and then take another shot, wait another day and take the final shot. Get ultrasound on August 31st to check for follicles. Decide from ultrasounds on which day to trigger with the hcg. Then... IUI. Yay!

1 comment:

  1. I love your continual optimism. It's something that draws me to you (internet-wise).