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Pregnancy Without Your Mama

For the past 22 weeks, I have thoroughly enjoyed my pregnancy. Though this pregnancy has not been the easiest on my body and health, it has been the most beautiful season of my life. I still cannot believe I have been chosen to be these two little miracles’ mama, and I welcome and relish every change within my own body. I am blown away at each of their milestones; each ultrasound, and I cannot believe the amount of love I can hold in my heart for these two little beings.

I won’t lie, though, there is something missing. My mama.

She’s not here to guide me when I am deciding whether or not to go to the ER. She isn’t here to help me pick out colors for the nursery. She isn’t here to plan my baby shower (though this is WELL taken care of by my loving friends and family!). She isn’t here to feel my babies kick and move. She isn’t here to see my belly swell with life. She isn’t here to offer Jimmy advice. She isn’t here to talk to my brothers about the excitement of becoming uncles. And, she won’t be here to teach my babies how to make her famous chocolate chip cookies…like she always wanted and talked about.

These are devastating facts when you lose your mother, your guiding light, so young. But I know she is here with me in spirit each day, and I do believe she was fostering and loving my babies in Heaven before they were sent to me. And for that, I am so grateful.

The other day I confided in Jimmy how much I am missing my mama. It’s not a topic that is easy for me to talk about, because this is such a joyous season, and the thought of not sharing it with her physically is so debilitating. Per usual, his response was perfect. One of his favorite moments of this pregnancy was when I shared the news with him, and he said that another thing that makes it so perfect was that my mom knew first. She shared that moment with us, and knew it was going to happen before we did. The way Jimmy describes this feeling is so comforting.

sneaksHer legacy also lives on through the thoughtfulness of other people. Recently, my cousin and his wife sent me a pair of little girl sneakers. The shoes have certainly been lived in; there are many stories and miles that come with them. But, they are so special because my mom had sent them along as a gift when they were expecting their daughter. Matt and Kylee don’t know this part, but I actually remember my mom buying them. She got them this particular pair of shoes because they reminded her of the Airwalk style sneakers Matt used to wear. My mom never just bought a gift; never just crossed something off her shopping list in desperation. There was always thought and love behind each gift, and these cute little pink sneakers are no exception to that. I haven’t been able to find the words to say thank you to Matt and Kylee yet, but I hope they understand how appreciated their gesture is. Any story or thought shared of my mom is important and special to me.

To sum up this incomplete thought…it’s really hard to go through life’s most beautiful moments without your mama. Especially when the one you were blessed with was just so wonderful. If you have a story to share of my beautiful mama, please feel free to leave it here. She lives on in each memory <3

Gender Reveal!

Some days, we wear the same outfit!

Some days, we wear the same outfit!

To start, you know how I always talking about building up your support system when you’re going through infertility? Surrounding yourself with people who care about you, have your best interest at heart, and genuinely want to help you navigate your course is essential. I’m blessed to have my boss at my day job as one of those people. She has been there for me through every step of this bumpy road. Now that we are on a much more exciting path, her support has still not wavered for a second. So, when I told her that we were not having a gender reveal party (you can read about that here), she was SO not satisfied with that answer. She is BEYOND crafty (you can check out her business, Pink Tulip, here), fun, and is always looking for a reason to celebrate someone else. #selfless. So, she threw me a little reveal party at work today. Isn’t she lovely? 🙂

So….are you ready to find out?!


Baby A is a….


And Baby B is a…



reveal-2Saying that Jimmy and I feel beyond blessed is an understatement. Watching our babies move and shake; watching their little hearts flickering away; seeing their developing bones and structures; it’s truly just amazing. And now to know who I am growing? Just incredible.

As always, thank you for your continued support throughout this journey. We are so grateful to share this time with you <3

Oh, and I love being right 🙂


Did you guess correctly?

Old Wives Tales

babesAs long as our little ones aren’t shy, we get to find out this week who I have been carrying around for the last 18+ weeks. While I think it is an AMAZING moment in the delivery room when a couple does not know the gender, and I hope to have that moment someday during another (singleton) pregnancy, Jimmy and I could not be happier to find out who these little ones are.

The guessing game throughout this pregnancy has been exciting, but I think it will be so comforting to know for (almost) sure. I started looking into old wives tales, and here’s how they play out for us:

Morning sickness: oh boy, I definitely enjoyed morning sickness for 17 weeks, which, according to legend, means at least one of these babes is a GIRL.

Moodiness: poor Jimmy. I have gone through some pretty irrational mood swings, including crying over the wrong type of mac and cheese, throwing tantrums reminiscent of a three year old, and crying at the drop of a hat. This indicates GIRL, however, generally speaking I am also the happiest I have ever been in my life, and have really tried to embrace the more difficult aspects of this pregnancy. So, for this one I think it’s also safe to say there’s a BOY hanging around in there.

Heart Rate: these two have always had a heart rate over 140bpm which would indicate two GIRLS.

Cravings: for the first time in my life I am craving sweets, which would indicate GIRL, but I still love my salty goodies and notes of sour, too, so I think this one also indicates a BOY.

Dad’s Weight: Jimmy has put on the same amount of weight as me during this pregnancy (so far, he says he’s going back on his diet, though) which screams GIRL.

Clumsiness: I’ve never been clumsier in my life! I can’t keep my balance at all which points to a BOY.

Acne: Knock on wood, I’ve been pretty lucky with this one. Thanks homeBOY.

Dry Skin: To the max! BOY it is!

Dark Nipples: Nope! Size change maybe, but no change in color here: GIRL.

Side Preference: I don’t really have a preference, I just miss sleeping on my belly. Inconclusive.

Protein: This former meat eater is BEYONDDDD grossed out by meat of any kind, especially chicken. This means GIRL.

Cold Feet: Mine are always freezing! Hello BOY.

Headaches: I’m thankful I haven’t had a headache everyday like some women get, but I have had my fair share-BOY.

Mother’s Intuition: From the very beginning I have thought these two little miracles were a boy and a girl. I think Baby A is a GIRL and Baby B is a BOY.

Dad’s Prediction: I think dad has been swayed this way and that way, but he thinks we have two BOYS on the way.

Chinese Gender Chart: Hmmm. This one is really really tricky. Our beautiful little embryos were conceived in March, frozen through April, and thawed and implanted in May. I think if you go by harvest/conception, they should be BOYS, but if you go by implantation, these two are GIRLS. Or, we could cut the complication and say one of each.

Many people have asked if we are having a gender reveal party. We are not. After all the years of disappointing ultrasounds, Jimmy and I look forward to happy moments at each of our ultrasounds now. We could not be more excited to share the moment together when the ultrasonographer announces to just the two of us who are little miracles are. Then, we look forward to sharing it with you! If you’d like to know, please pay close attention to the MCMaternity Facebook page on Friday!

Were any of these old wives tales true for you during your pregnancy? Please feel free to share your experience below.



Infertility-Our Struggle: IVF #4…The Secret Cycle


As mentioned in Hoping for Twins, Jimmy and I decided to keep this cycle to ourselves. The thought of disappointing our family and friends, and having to answer cycle questions was too overwhelming.



Before we could begin IVF #4, I had to have another surgery. HSG, polypectomy, surgeryendometrial scratch, and D&C. It was not a fun day. I had planned on having the surgery and then attending a dear friend’s wedding that night, but unfortunately I was kidding myself. Between the blood, the pain, the nausea, and the overall level of crappiness, another wedding was missed due to infertility. We were just hoping this would be the cycle it would all be worth it.

After my recovery from my surgery, I wanted to get started on our cycle right away. Luckily, my doctor agreed; she wanted to proceed before my polyps had time to grow back, and while my endometrium was nice and clear. As soon as I got my period, the scheduling began, and luckily my transfer day was set (without manipulation) when my doctor was in the OR. We also decided that this round we were going to use “embryo glue”. (It’s not really glue; to learn more, click here.) I was feeling more confident than ever that this was it. I was still channeling my power of positivity, and methods from A Nonwestern Approach, to stay calm, cool, and collected. I think the anti-anxiety meds were a big help, too.

On our way to the transfer, I turned off the radio, and spoke to Jimmy about a study I had read about women undergoing IVF in Israel. In the study, after embryos were transferred, a medical clown was sent in to make the couples laugh. In a nutshell, the theory is that the more relaxed and calm a woman is after her transfer, the more the embryo will want to nuzzle in. I told Jimmy I wanted to try our own version of this study, and have YouTube videos prepared that were sure to make us laugh. While I was filling my bladder we chose our videos, and got ready to laugh and relax.

camera micOnce I was uncomfortably full, we went into the same room we had been in three other times in hopes of starting our family. I could hear the same drip drop of the leaky faucet; I played with the same light that I pretended was my microphone, every time without fail; I felt the same tattered edges of my mom’s Red Sox sweatshirt I wear to my transfers; I listened to the same spiel from the nurses and ultrasound tech; I waited for the same “READY!” announcement from the embryologist; Jimmy and I watched the same procedure of our little embryos being placed inside their new home; we heard the same “CLEAR!” announcement from the embryologist. While the procedure was the same, and we felt like old pros, our excitement level was at an all time high. We were just SO READY to be parents! As the stream of people were leaving the room, I told my doctor we would like the room for a little while, and sorry for any inconvenience in scheduling that might cause. Jimmy and I watched our YouTube videos, laughed, held each other’s hand, prayed together, snuggled, and laughed some more. It was the most calm we felt leaving that room. This. Was. It.

I stayed calm, collected and at peace throughout the next couple of days. On May 21st, 2016, a mere 3 days after our transfer, Jimmy and I celebrated 10 years together. It was fun reigniting our dating anniversary, and marveling that this may be the last one childless…

That night, after my trusty intramuscular injection of progesterone, I went to sleep and had a VERY VIVID dream. You may remember from previous cycles (such as IVF #2) that usually after transfers I would have nightmares. This dream, however, was beautiful. The whole dream was just thousands of positive pregnancy tests. I’m talking thousands. One after the other, after the other. I’m getting teary and goosebumps just recalling the dream. It was wonderful. I drifted out of sleep with a smile on my face at 5:30am. I felt so peaceful, and so happy. At 9:30 I started nudging Jimmy awake…I knew it was probably too early to pee on a stick, but after a dream like that, how could I possibly hold off? I had one pregnancy test stashed away, in the deep dark corner of a bathroom drawer. As soon as Jimmy left the room, I got to work.

I quietly, but oh so excitedly, tore off the pink wrapper and uncapped the test. There was no1st stick doubt in my mind that it would be positive (mind you, I did not trigger this cycle so I knew if it was positive, it was real). I watched as the dye spread. Usually, the dye just goes straight to the control line, and if it is positive, a second line will appear after a few minutes. Not this time. As soon as the dye spread, TWO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING LINES were visible. It was not a squinter; it was a REAL fucking positive test!!! FOUR DAYS after our transfer!! A million thoughts started racing through my mind…but first things first I had to tell Jimmy. I could NOT wait. And, I couldn’t believe that ball was in my court. We weren’t waiting by the phone for a nurse to deliver the news; I could do something special. I could tell him in a way “normal” couples got to share their news. I had a plan.

I got out of the house in record time. When Jimmy asked where I was going I said “you’ll see”. My first stop was to a local golf academy. I got him a gift certificate for a golf lesson he had been asking for. Remember when I said our dating anniversary was the night before? It was the perfect ruse to give him a little gift. Next stop: CVS. I got him a card, and all of the usual gift accoutrement. Oh, and about a hundred something dollars worth of pregnancy tests. All different kinds, as they all measure different levels of the hormone HCG.

On my drive back home, I reflected on the fact that I was the only person who knew I was pregnant. The revelation brought a huge smile to my face. Just you two and me, babes; let’s go tell your daddy I thought happily to myself. I was continually praying to let this be real, and let me carry them to term. As there was no doubt in my mind this morning that my test would be positive, there was also no doubt in my mind that I was carrying twins. I just knew it.

Once I got home, I gathered a few poppy seeds from the kitchen and disappeared to get his gift together. I taped two of the poppy seeds inside a wad of tissue paper, and placed that at the bottom of the bag. Then I lined a wasteful amount of tissue paper inside the bag (sorry mom), and put the card and lesson towards the top. Then, it was time for the presentation. I was excitedly anxious. I couldn’t wait to tell him.

He opened the gift, and thanked me for the lesson. He went to put the bag away, with the real gift still inside, but he could tell by my shit-eating-grin there was more. What? he asked. There’s more! I said excitedly. No there isn’t, he argued. I rolled my eyes and motioned to keep looking. FINALLY (after what seemed like an hour) he got to the seeds. What’s this? You cooking something weird? he asked.

No, I said. That’s the size of our babies.

I waited for an excited reaction, but all I got was “cool” as he put everything back in the bag. He CLEARLY didn’t get it.

Jimmy! I’M PREGNANT!!!!!!

“Let’s hope so” he said. He clearly wasn’t understanding.

No, Jimmy, I am actually pregnant RIGHT NOW!!

He stared at me, dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand how I could know that at that moment. Our blood test wasn’t for nine more days, and he couldn’t comprehend how I could know that right now. I showed him the test. He agreed that he could clearly see the line, but remained cautious. He just couldn’t grasp it. He told me to send it to our doctor and see what she said. When she sent her congratulations, it sunk in a little. Jimmy then started asking rapid fire questions. It had still not sunk in, and he was still not sold. I took another test, darker line, still not sold. I told my doctor I would be coming in the next day for blood work; I needed to know where we stood!

The next morning, boom, darker line! Jimmy was starting to come around to the idea that this might be real. We got our number that afternoon, 54, and then it really started to sink in. WE WERE PREGNANT!

It really REALLY started to sink in as the tests got darker and our numbers continued to rise. They were:

5/23/16        54

5/25/16       197

5/27/16       418

6/2/16        4,893

Every day was like living a dream. We went through the motions of life, all the while only really able to focus on the fact that I was growing life inside me.


Then, it started. The blood. If I didn’t know I was pregnant, I would have been pumped. I would have thought it was implantation bleeding for sure. But, since I was already confirmed pregnant, it was absolutely terrifying. I called my doctor and went in for an emergency ultrasound. Fearing the worst, but trying desperately to remain optimistic, I just said a constant string of prayers as the wand went in.

You transferred two? The ultrasound tech asked.

You can SEE THEM?!? I squealed and immediately started hysterically sobbing. Eventually she asked me if these were happy or sad tears, because I couldn’t get it together. She had to wait for me to calm down before she could finish her exam. Everything looked perfect. My babies were measuring wonderfully, and she guessed that the blood was old blood being shed, from either my surgery or implantation. I left with pictures, which just looked like two little empty bubbles, and couldn’t wait to tell Jimmy that I was right: we were pregnant with twins.

After a few more similar scares, we finally saw their heartbeats together. It was the most beautiful sight. Watching their little hearts beat, with tears in our eyes, and the most joy in our hearts. This really was it; this was the real deal. We were pregnant with TWINS.


wedding2And that brings us to today. Because as of now, as I write this, I am 13 weeks pregnant with these beautiful miracle babies. Jimmy and I could not express the joy in our hearts if we tried. We know we have a long way to go, but seeing them on ultrasound yesterday squirming and moving around nonstop, and hearing their beautiful little bump bumping heartbeats is just incredible.

Thank you for being on this journey with us. I have a hard time sharing this news not only because I am still scared of the unknown, but also because I know these announcements can be difficult to hear for those who are struggling. I hope that our story brings hope to everyone trying to start their own family.

Below is a little collage of all the fun we’ve had telling people; bumpdates; ultrasounds; and all of the wonderful moments we have waited so long to enjoy. We even had a professional photo shoot with my friend at Sherry Hopper Photography. Love to you all <3

Sherry Hopper Photography

Sherry Hopper Photography

Sherry Hopper Photography

Sherry Hopper Photography



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Infertility-Our Struggle: IVF #3…Hoping for Twins!

InfertilityYou are forewarned: TMI is abundant in this entry. I share way more than I am comfortable with. If you don’t want to know, stop reading, but I am here to keep it real.

As I mentioned in IVF #2, I was not in a good place throughout the whole cycle. I knew I needed to get my mind, body, and soul back to center before we could proceed with another cycle. And, I knew I needed to advocate for myself, and ask for modifications to my treatment schedule. So at my “what the fuck” follow-up appointment from my second failed cycle, I told my doctor I wanted to be more aggressive. I wanted to have more embryos. I was doing everything in my power to produce better quality embryos, and wanted a little assistance with increasing the number. And this time, we wanted to implant two little embryos. Twins were a thought that used to absolutely terrify me, but now the thought of having two, and knowing that if it did work it may be the only opportunity for us to have biological children, was thrilling. We were ready to take on the challenge of 0-2, and so excited for the opportunity.

So, I asked for a more aggressive stim cycle. Because this was going to be my second fresh cycle, we were starting from the beginning in terms of meds. My doctor upped the doses accordingly, and said that I would need to be monitored closely (more ultrasounds and blood work, yah!) to avoid ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome (OHSS). I was willing to do whatever it took to achieve better results. I also told her it was time to switch to injectable progesterone. Enough of this crinone bullshit. Just like how clomid was not the right drug for me, crinone was in some ways worse. Though I was not absolute batshit crazy like on clomid, the physical side effects of crinone were horrible. The gel leaks, and easily soaks through a pantiliner, so I was constantly checking to see if it looked like I wet myself. And, I never knew the absolute joy of having a hemorrhoid until my body was introduced to crinone (eye roll). And the itch. I want to dig at my cooter just thinking about how uncomfortable that was. I would much rather take a two inch needle to the love handles every day than ever put that suppository back in my body. It’s by far the worst thing I have ever had between my legs.

Aside from switching it up with my meds, I decided I needed to go back to methods from A Non-Western Approach to get back on track. This time, I added reiki to the regime. I also added the supplement ubiquinol, which is a more potent form of CoQ10, to improve my egg health. I was completely back on track with my diet, and even dined (almost) solely on organic soup from homemade bone broth during the cycle and two week wait. (Not during the AGC Gala, though. That day I ate whatever I wanted, and even had a half glass of wine!) After the gala I also felt empowered that I could succeed in my journey; I was destined to be a mother, and now was my time!

Remember in IVF #1 when I could tell you my daily med doses, how my lining was measuring, how many follicles I had per day, and all of those other details? Ya…I don’t have that information from this cycle. You reach a point in your infertility journey where your protective instincts kick in, and you become a form of indifferent. Not indifferent about the outcome, but rather indifferent about the process. It’s a way to protect yourself from the outcome you cannot control. You also form amnesia. When people who go through IVF after you have had a few rounds, and ask you specific questions, it’s really hard to remember what you went through at that time in your life. It’s like when I discuss a birth with a client, and tell her how proud I was when she got through XYZ, and she doesn’t really remember what I am talking about. It’s amazing how your brain tries to protect you from the pains that come with life.

ouchSpeaking of the pains that come with life, during this cycle I had the pleasure of having a blood draw that resulted in some (thankfully temporary) nerve damage. When the needle went into my arm, I knew something wasn’t right, and voiced that it was really uncomfortable. The phlebotomist (not my usual AMAZING friend in my practice since it was the weekend) apologized that I was uncomfortable, and continued with the draw. After a few minutes (this draw should NOT take that long), and the phlebotomist continually phishing around inside my “vein”, I told her she needed to take the needle out before I passed out. She did, with an eye roll, and I felt like I was going to faint for a while. For the next couple of weeks, it felt like I hit my funny bone, and it was hard to hold things in my left hand. It wasn’t until after my retrieval that I noticed I had bruising on the inside of my elbow, and spider like bruising up the backside of my arm (faint in the picture above). I mention this not to give you a scary horror story, but rather if a draw feels off while you’re going through treatment, to be more firm than I was about starting again. After hundreds of blood draws, you know when something isn’t right, and you need to advocate for your care so you do not get injured. I digress…

When it came time to trigger, I only had 8 measurable follicles. This was a pretty devastating blow as I knew that not all of them would be mature enough to be retrieved. A new panic started to set in that maybe I was going through early menopause. With an increase in dosage, and my age, many more eggs should have been ready for the reaping. Just add premature ovarian failure to the list of things to worry about.

I reached out to my support group and was reminded that quality is better than quantity. And, it was beyond my control at this point. All I could do was pray that all 8 would be retrieved, fertilized, and ready for implantation.


This cycle, we had decided to keep close friends and family in the loop with our process. So,pineapples we went in on Saint Patrick’s Day with the support of our loved ones (and special pineapple socks from a TTC friend), our good luck stuffed animal, Vincent (above), who stayed with our dear friends’ daughter during her NICU stay, and prayed for the best. I felt REALLY good about the cycle, and felt like this was the one. I kept using techniques I learned at reiki to keep myself relaxed and optimistic. We were ready for our babies!

When I woke up from the procedure, the results were less than ideal. Only 6 eggs were retrieved. I had a minute of panic, as most of the time not all eggs will fertilize, but then turned back to my relaxation techniques. My 6 little eggs needed positivity from their mama, and a good home to grow in. I needed to stay on track.

six retrieved

The next day I was excited to learn that 5 of the 6 eggs fertilized. We now had 5 chances for a baby!

The next day the count was down to 4, but those 4 were rockstars. We received the best quality report we had ever gotten, and were told we would be having a day 5 transfer. I was on top of the world when they told me that. That meant my little ones were strong enough to make it five days in this world; why not a lifetime to follow?

The next fertilization report was even better. Our embryos were all still with us and THRIVING (thank you JuicePlus and ubiquinol!). We were so looking forward to our five day transfer, and having our babies back in their home.

luckysocksWhen transfer day came, I left the house feeling so excited. So ready to be a mother. So ready for the craziness of IVF to yield the result we desired. So ready to see Jimmy as a daddy. Donned in an AGC support group friend’s lucky socks from her transfer on Saint Patrick’s Day, we drove to the facility laughing, singing, dancing, and ready for our miracle.

I decided this time around to take the Valium offered. I wanted to stay as relaxed as possible in hopes of having a successful procedure. I drank the water until my bladder was uncomfortably full, and for the third time, Jimmy and I watched as our two little embryos found their way into their new home. We were told we had two more “perfect” embryos going in to be frozen. I felt so blessed that four of our five embryos made it this far. I was so happy, and so ready for success. On our way home “Welcome to My House” by Flo Rida came on the radio and I BLARED it and welcomed my babies to their new house. I felt so relaxed and at peace. I just knew a positive outcome was waiting for us from this cycle.

With the start of my progesterone injections came the pregnancy symptoms. Last cycle I had felt like the symptoms were so cruel because I knew it was not going to work. This round, I excitedly told Jimmy about all of them, and we waited for our positive blood test. We had decided this round I wasn’t going to pee on 300 sticks a day, and we were going to wait for our results from the blood test.

The problem is, waiting did not help my anxiety. The two week wait is always torturous. After about a week of feeling great, super positive, and pregnant AF, the unwelcome doubt started to sneak back in. That little bit of doubt turned to anxiety. And after a few bad dreams, that anxiety turned to full-fledged panic. I tried SO hard to pray the anxiety away, and repeat my mantras, and try to come back to center, but nothing was working. A part of me already knew I had failed. And, this time I knew that it was my fault. We had perfect embryos, the best of the best, and it was my body that was failing.

This entry should have been titled “The Cycle that Broke Me”.

My doubts were confirmed with a point zero something HCG blood pregnancy test. I sat in silence as I was transferred to make my “what the fuck” follow up appointment. “Hi Mary, how are you?” what a cruel question to be asked when your heart is literally shattered, to the point where your chest feels tight, and you feel detached from everything except the pain. “You shouldn’t ask that question to someone in my position” I blurted out, coolly. It didn’t even sound like my voice. Everything about me seemed foreign. After hanging up the phone, I just sat. Empty. Unable to even cry. I am glad I don’t have words to express the devastation; the grief; the feeling of hopelessness. At some point I realized that hot, angry tears were rolling down my face. How long had I been crying? And then I had to face the reality that I had to tell Jimmy. Happy Fucking Birthday, Bud, my body sucks and can’t do it’s job. You did everything right, and I am just incompetent…

It’s really hard when you have the most amazing, supportive, loving, caring people in your life, and you are constantly disappointing them with something that is beyond your control. Their love, while appreciated beyond belief, became so overwhelming. Answering questions about next steps, hearing the meant-to-be-encouraging “it just wasn’t your time”, and having to relive the pain with every loving person we had to tell was too much. I plunged into a deep depression. I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop blaming myself; blaming my body. I couldn’t stop thinking about the torture I was putting Jimmy through, and the devastation I was causing my family. It was too much. This is really, REALLY hard to share, but I knew I needed professional help.

At my WTF appointment I completely broke down. We got through the next steps part (another surgery, HSG, polypectomy, endometrial scratch, and possible D&C) for which I was very quiet and compliant (not my usual inquisitive self). Then, she asked if I was ok. I started sobbing uncontrollably to the doctor I had been working with for years, telling her I needed help, and that I couldn’t handle this anxiety on my own. She recommended seeing a therapist and my PCP, and that sertraline would be her recommendation, and safe to take through pregnancy. I decided against talking to a therapist, and instead leaned heavily on my support group, and started taking the sertraline after yet another breakdown at my PCP when she asked me if I felt guilty. I held it together until that question. The guilt weighed so heavily on me that I couldn’t bear it. I just needed. some. relief.

It took a while to feel any difference, as I was adamant about taking the lowest dosage possible (against the dosage that was recommended), and the side effects were real shitty (literally), but eventually it didn’t hurt as bad. The feelings were still there, but the edge had been taken off. While it was difficult, I found myself getting out of bed. I found myself getting my act together at work. I found myself looking forward to meeting with my clients. I found myself wanting to see my friends again. I found myself wanting some romance. I found myself feeling sad, but not DEPRESSED. Negatively, though, I found that I had lost my creativity, lost my voice when it came to writing. I figured it would come back, though, and I hope it has.

Being slightly medicated also gave me the opportunity to reflect on the last cycle. Before I could only think of it angrily, but this gave me the opportunity to think about what I had learned, what I could do better, what I could do differently. That is when we made the decision that for our next cycle, for our next set of perfect embryos, we were going to keep everything to ourselves. I couldn’t handle yet another round of disappointing the ones I love. Which brings us to the next chapter: Infertility-Our Story: IVF #4…The Secret Cycle.

Celebration of Hope 2016 Gala Recap

If I could only use one word to describe this year’s AGC Scholarship Foundation AprillCelebration of Hope Gala, that word would be: powerful. From the Nor’Easters, to the posters, to the speakers, to the stories of trials and triumphs, to the auction items, (to my husband’s sweet surprise for me,) to MEN speaking for the first time, to being honored as the Hope Award recipient, to the amount of money raised-the emotionally charged energy felt in the room was palpable. I’ll do my best to take you through this journey (this year with video footage!), but there is no way to recreate the feels adequately…

After the cocktail hour, which is when people bid on the silent auction items, everyone was ushered into the main ballroom. The Nor’Easters kicked things off by belting out a few tunes for the crowd. Their performance was incredible. If you ever get the chance to hear these musicians live, you should certainly take the opportunity. The last song, a cover of Sia’s “Alive”, finished with the first round of tears on the night. Women from the AGC support group (including myself) took the stage with posters about their infertility journey. How many years, how many treatment cycles, how many losses, on one side. At a particularly poignant part of the song, each woman flipped her poster over to reveal the outcome, or where they stood now, on the other side of the poster. As we stood there, waiting to flip our posters, lost in the music and emotion of the night, you could see our chins quivering. Then, one after the other, we burst into tears as we flipped our signs. Again, it is very difficult to put the emotion into words…to see the video, please click here. To this day, whenever I hear “Alive” on the radio I belt it like Sia (JUST like her) and tears always seem to pour out. Not sad tears, but rather those tears that are angry and empowered; the tears that evoke determination and change. And, all the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention at the “flip” spot. Gets me EVERY time.

_MG_9742posters 2Next, something incredible happened. A MAN took the stage to introduce the night’s _MG_9643MC: Aprill Lane, AGC Scholarship Foundation’s president and founder. It may not seem like a big deal to have had a man speak, but let me tell you, IT IS. I think one of the reasons women feel so isolated with this disease is because men and women feel it so differently. Likely, it takes much longer for a man to understand the severity of what the woman is going through, and it is hard for him to support it. And when it comes to men speaking about it? Forget it. So, as Jonathan Thompson took the stage, he made Celebration of Hope Gala history by being the first man to voice the story of he and his wife Keri’s struggle. Hats off, Jonathan. (His speech can be heard at the end of the “Alive” video.)

_MG_9770Then, another incredible thing happened…I was trying to stay calm, cool, and collected as I prepared to make my speech for receiving the Hope Award. Aprill gave the crowd a little background information about MCMaternity, and my volunteer work with AGC, but then instead of inviting me on stage, she invited my husband, Jimmy. He had reached out to her privately and asked if he could present the award to me. So much for calm, cool, and collected. I slid into a muddle of mush as I listened to Jimmy speak. Proud of him for speaking (now the 2nd male!), touched by his kind words, and so, so heartbroken by the whole situation at the same time. Luckily, he ended on a funny note; I pulled it together, and delivered my speech. Although I tried, HARD, not to, more tears were shed, and loud sniffles were heard through the microphone. My dad left his table and met me at my seat to give me a hug when I walked offstage; it was a really sweet personal moment. (To hear our speeches, please click here.)

_MG_9776Next, it was time for the keynote speaker, Elizabeth Carr. She was the first baby born in the U.S. via IVF. Her parents even had to move to Virginia for the treatment, as it was illegal in Massachusetts at the time. Elizabeth is a special person as she realizes that even though she did not struggle with infertility herself, the disease affects so many people and needs advocacy.

Woo boy. Thinking about the next speaker’s speech still chokes me up, and sears through my heart. Lindsay, the amount of strength it took to share your story, and to tell it so poignantly, is beyond belief. I cannot comprehend what you and your husband have gone through; the love you have for your children is so, so admirable, and the way you can appreciate what you have, and what you have lost…I’m bawling at the memory. I would say more, but you just need to hear it. I was audibly sobbing through most of it. Thank you for sharing your story, Lindsay.


Next came the live auction. It was very lively this year, with bidding wars at all angles. As requested in my speech, people really were “making it rain”. Between all of the silent auction items, ticket sales, live auction items, donations from people who could not attend the event, and paddle donations, the AGC Scholarship Foundation raised $39,000 on the evening. That money is going to help REAL people start families. That money is going to help REAL people become parents. How incredible is that? The scholarship recipients have been announced on the AGC Scholarship Foundation Facebook page. If you want to see how the generous donations were used, please check it out. And, you don’t have to wait for the next gala to donate. Please see their website, and check out their Facebook page to see items currently being raffled for the Falmouth Road Race.


Then, something amazing happened. Fertility Centers of New England donated a complete IVF cycle to the AGC Scholarship Foundation! For anyone who has gone through an IVF cycle, you know what an incredible gift this is. So, the foundation put together the “Face of Hope” contest. To see the winners’ submission please click here.

The night was capped off with a little dancing, and more cocktails. My friends TORE up the dance floor, and everyone was relaxed and having a good time. Speaking of my friends, can we just talk about my amazing support system for a second? Look at these beautiful family members and friends who came out (below). In five years of dealing with infertility, I have never felt so supported, and never felt so connected. When you go through infertility, you feel alone. Even when you have an AMAZING group like this, you feel like people can’t possibly understand what you’re going through because they don’t understand how all-consuming the whole thing is. I think after enjoying the gala together, a greater understanding has been reached about the commitment to treatment it takes to be successful through this journey, and that’s something I feel wonderful about. It’s hard to explain when you need to miss important life events because you have no control over your body’s calendar. The people in attendance certainly understand that now, and for that I am so grateful.


Though this year is going to be hard to top, I hope to see you next year at the Gala. Even if you are not directly impacted by infertility, you likely know 1 in 8 who are. Many couples struggle silently, as there is still such a stigma associated with the disease. Whether or not you know anyone effected, it is a lovely, inspirational evening where you get to put on your fancy pants, let loose on the dance floor, and support an amazing cause. Below is a collage of pictures from the evening; enjoy!

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Infertility-Our Struggle: IVF #2 FET

Infertility-Our Struggle_IVF #2(1)

To start, FET stands for frozen embryo transfer. If you remember from the result, the only thing that kind of helped get us through the devastation of the first round, was that we had this embryo waiting for us.

Unfortunately, it just didn’t fucking work. I had a bad feeling about it the whole time, followed by nightmares, and I just never felt like it was going to happen. I was not in a good place throughout the whole process. And, our official pregnancy test was on the anniversary of my mother’s passing. The worst of the worst.

That’s it. Disappointed? You shoulda been there.

The next cycle though, I have plennnnnty to talk about. Up next: IVF #3…Hoping for Twins!

Interview Questions to Ask a Potential Doula

Interview Questions to Ask a Potential DoulaYou’re pregnant; congratulations!! Whether planned or not, pregnancy can be an extremely overwhelming time. Below are some questions to ask a potential doula to take the stress out of the planning process. Less stress makes this journey so much more enjoyable!

*With what agency did you receive your training to become a doula?*

-There are many acceptable answers for this question: ProDoula, DONA International, CAPPA, Childbirth International, and the list goes on. The only thing I would want to know when selecting a doula, is that she (or he! There are man doulas on the rise!) is trained through a professional doula organization. I am sure that there are many wonderful doulas who are not professionally trained, but I would want to know that mine was.

*Do you only help women who want an unmedicated birth?*

-The answer here should most certainly be NO! (Even if you want an unmedicated delivery!) A doula’s role is to support the client with her birthing decisions. Doulas are trained in all types of birthing scenarios to be able to provide an individualized support to each family she assists. If a doula answers YES to this question, she is pushing her own birthing agenda, rather than listening to and understanding her clients’ wishes.

*Why did you become a doula?*

-I suggest this questions because you are not just looking for a support person, you are looking for YOUR support person. This answer is very telling of the doula, and can say a lot about her personality. Your doula is going to be with you through a very personal, intimate life experience; you want a personality match.

*What happens if you can’t make it to my birth?*

-Answers here differ, as there are a lot of variables. The key is that your potential doula thinks about different scenarios, and has a plan. Maybe she works in an agency. Maybe she works closely with a back-up doula. Maybe she offers some sort of refund if you progress too quickly and there just isn’t enough time to make it. Whatever her answer may be, it should leave you feeling comfortable.

*Do you offer any other services?*

-If you are looking for a postpartum doula, placenta encapsulator, lactation counselor, photographer, or any other type of professional service, it may be more convenient for you to hire one person. The doula may even offer packages or discounts on multiple services.

*What tools do you find most effective during labor and delivery?*

-Again, answers to this question may vary, but should leave you feeling confident in your support. The tools I myself find most effective are: my hands, my heart, my ears, my compassion, my knowledge, and getting to know the needs of the mother before we hit the delivery room. I have a “bag full of tricks” but for some births it doesn’t need to be opened, and for others, every object is tested.

The key to interviewing your potential doula is to learn about her experience, and see if her personality is a fit for you. The interview should feel more like a friendly conversation than a sterile interview.

There are also a few questions that many potential clients ask…that the doula may not have an answer to:

-How many births have you attended?

I could answer this question…if I looked back in my files and counted, but off the top of my head, I have no idea. I stopped tallying after around 10 or 15 births when I became busier and had more clients at one time.

-What was your favorite birth?

I have many favorites, for many different reasons, but I could not answer this question. There are so many memorable birth moments, and I could pick out those moments from each birth I have attended.

-What was the scariest thing you’ve seen in labor and delivery?

This one I just plain don’t want to answer. The last thing a pregnant woman needs to hear are horror stories. When this question comes up I usually answer with something like: “I have been through many different birthing scenarios, but I like to focus on the positives of birth”. When scary things happen in the delivery room, it effects me deeply, and hurts to think about.

 What other questions were you happy you asked your doula during your initial interview?

Infertility-Our Struggle: IVF #1 the Result

The result

If you’re just joining, may I suggest you read the first part of this entry

…I couldn’t believe my eyes!! The second line wasn’t even a squinter, or a break the test apart to see it better, or a hold it up at the exactly perfect angle to see the positive line. IT WAS POSITIVE! A noise exited my body…something between a moan, a scream, a squeal, and a cry, and I just immediately starting praying and giving thanks. I couldn’t believe it! I WAS PREGNANT!!

The news was so exciting, I just had to take another. BOOM. POSITIVE! And DARKER. All of the excitement made me feel faint, and I lay in bed just staring at the two sets of two lines. The joy I felt is really indescribable, and I couldn’t wait to share the news with Jimmy.

But, I decided to wait until the morning, test again, and see if it was really true. Just in case I was a freak who stored the trigger shot longer than a normal person. We stayed at my in-laws that night, and I don’t think I slept a wink. I kept randomly crying, praying, and the smile on my face was permanent.

New day, new test. POSITIVE again! And darker! And showed up almost instantly. I felt so so lucky. I could not believe IVF worked for us on our first try! All of the needles, ultrasounds, even the friggin Crinone suppositories, all so worth it. I could not have been more thankful.

I was rushed to get ready to go pick pumpkins with my family, and didn’t have a good opportunity to tell Jimmy yet. I decided to wait until we got home to MA, and tell him how I had always planned. It would be worth the wait. I felt giddy every time I thought about telling him. And, I felt so wonderful knowing that just my embryo and I knew the little secret. The whole time picking pumpkins and chasing my nephews around, I was filled with so much joy knowing that I had their little cousin growing inside me. That next year I would be carrying our baby in a little sling at the pumpkin patch. I watched pregnant women, and little families of all kinds go by. I felt a part of something brand new and exciting; I was going to know their joy soon. Again, I spent the day randomly crying, laughing, and really just floating around.

We got back to my in-laws house, and I started playing like crazy (like I always do) with my nephews. This time, though, I started to feel a little dizzy. Is this my first pregnancy symptom? How exciting! I listened to my body and took a rest, smiling away at my secret I couldn’t wait to share.

That night I tested again. A moment of panic washed over me as the line was not as dark as it was in the morning. Not to worry, I thought, it’s going to be darkest at FMU (first morning urine). Another sleepless night as I waited for morning to come to test again.

I tested again in the morning, and the panic stuck around. The line was darker than the night before, but not as dark as the previous morning. The whole day I talked myself into not testing that night. That the sticks were driving me insane, and I had no control of the outcome. I held strong, and decided to hold off on telling Jimmy.

The next morning I tested again. The line was still there, but fainter still. The joy I had felt was slowly turning to anger and a deep, deep sadness. I tried to talk myself into staying positive, that the embryo needed me to be positive and not stressed. Try as I may, I could feel myself slowly drifting into a dark place. I fumbled through the day, randomly crying, but this time at the loss I was already feeling.

The next morning I tested again. I got a squinter. A fucking squinter. Barely visible. If another person looked at it I am not sure if they would be able to see it, or think I was crazy. I could not believe it. Deeper into the darkness I fell.

I decided to come clean with Jimmy. I showed him every stick, and took him through my journey. He was angry I had tested, and didn’t really know how to react. He told me they weren’t real positives; it was just the trigger that stayed in my system. Now I understand his point of view, but at that time, it was not what I needed to hear, and deeper I fell.

I had my beta test, and for some reason, hope returned as I waited for the phone call. I prayed the whole day as I waited and waited. Just like how the two week wait feels like an eternity, the 8 hour wait for your beta results feels even longer. When I finally got the call I ran out of work to hear the news. As soon as I heard the nurse’s voice, though, I knew. I knew it was not good. She told me I still had HCG in my blood, but not enough to qualify as a positive result. She instructed me to stop all meds, and she would see me again next week.

I just sat the in my car, numb, for I don’t know how long. At some point anger kicked in, and hot furious tears streamed down my face as I screamed and hit the steering wheel. I had a friend from work drop my things at the end of the end of the stairs, and I sped home. The radio can be so cruel during times of need. “Like I’m Gonna Lose You” mocked me through the sound waves, and I fell apart deeper. When I got home, I vomited, then lay in bed. I sent Jimmy a text asking him to come home. Jimmy likes to talk through situations, while I DO NOT; I need time to think things through before I am ready to talk. He tried to call a few times, and every time I just text him to come home. I sent my boss an email explain my absence, and really struggled with how to put it into words. The whole situation didn’t feel real yet.

When Jimmy got home he held me, and tried to comfort me. Sounds were escaping from me that I hadn’t heard since I found my mom. They seemed so foreign. Jimmy tried to say all the right things, and be the strong one. I could hear him, but I couldn’t process the words. I felt like there was nothing behind my eyes, and my mind and body had shut off. All I wanted to do was sleep.

A couple of days later, it started. I remember putting on a front, and going to a neighbor’s Halloween party with Jimmy (he was great about trying to get me to do “normal” things). So many times I just sat there wondering which glob of tissue (periods after cycling are the WORST) was my baby. Why my body couldn’t hold the pregnancy. Why the cycle hadn’t worked. Why I tested positive. Why I even tested in the first place. Why I couldn’t feel anything except for grief. Why I was so angry. Why I felt betrayed by everyone, everything, and especially by my own body.

I wondered who he or she was. I wondered what he or she would have looked like. I wondered who he or she would have been friends with. I wondered if he or she was athletic. I wondered if he or she had Jimmy’s smile. I wondered if he or she would have the softest skin like my mama did.

Most of all, I thought about how much happiness he or she was bringing my mama in Heaven. How my mama was happily parading him or her around.

Looking back now, I am so thankful that if it was going to end the way it did, that it did so early. Before being able to be seen on ultrasound. Before hearing a heartbeat. Despite being grateful for these things, and despite scientific jargon about what I actually lost, to me, I lost a child. You may call it a clump of cells, but to me, it was the closest I have ever been to being a mother. The blow was all-consuming. You can’t really understand what it is like unless you have gone through it…and it is not a feeling that I want any single reader of this blog to feel.

Amidst the darkness, there was a little glimmer of hope. We still had our one frozen embryo. We wasted no time getting started on the next chapter: Infertility-Our Struggle: IVF #2 FET.



Infertility-Our Struggle: IVF #1

As mentioned in A Non-Western Approach, once we had the healthcare coverage (such an incredible Infertility(1)blessing!), I was ready to dive straight into our first IVF cycle. To start IVF, though, is a huge pain in the ass. I had to have another HSG (you can read about my first one here), had to go through all of the day 3 testing again, and Jimmy had to have another semen analysis. After this analysis, we were diagnosed with Male Factor Infertility, which qualified us for ICSI. In laymen terms, that meant that instead of letting the egg and sperm join “naturally” in a petri dish, they actually inject the best sperm directly into the egg via a small needle. It is much more scientific than that explanation, but you get the gist 😉 The whole process took about three months before everything was signed off on…not a fun wait when you have prepared your mind and body to begin NOW.

Can we talk for a second about the moment your first box of meds arrive? Boy is it an overwhelming mind-fuck. Before taking the very necessary inventory, Jimmy and I just sat there…staring with open mouths and bulging eyes. It’s a very unsettling moment to know that all of those needles, and all of those drugs are about to go into your body. It is quite overwhelming. I’ll say it again: it is QUITE OVERWHELMING! At the same time, though, it is exciting to be starting the journey.Once we received insurance approval, had a consultation about how to do the injections (#overwhelming), and had our complete home pharmacy of hormones, we were off to the races, and things started moving very, very quickly.



Below is my treatment schedule, and I will explain it as best I can. Also, it may seem organized, but in the beginning Jimmy and I were hot messes trying to figure everything out together. We used the wrong needle on my first menopur injection, so instead of the cute little subcutaneous needle, we used the 3 inch drawing trigger needle. Let’s just say…you don’t make that mistake twice!


  • Day 1: (cycle day 1) Injections needto be done between7-10pm. Injections are at 3:00 and 3:15 on a belly clock (picture your abdomen as though it is a clock, with your bellybutton as the center of the clock, and alternate side each day).
    • 300 units of Gonal-F (it’s in a refrigerated pen that you click to the unit you need; remove pen from refrigerator 30 minutes prior to injection)
    • 75 unit of Menopur (1mL of fluid mixed in with the 75 units of powder)
  • Day 2: Repeat at 9:00 and 9:15 on the belly clock.
  • Day 3: Repeat at 3:00 and 3:15.
  • Day 4: Repeat at 9:00 and 9:15.
  • Day 5: blood work and ultrasound. LH and progesterone low (good). Estrogen level: 123. Have 2-4 follicles on the left, and 2-4 on the right-not yet measurable (generally start to measure over 11mm).
    • 350 units of Gonal-F (increase)
    • 150 units of Menopur (increase) (1mL liquid, 2 vials of powder)
  • Day 6: Repeat.
  • Day 7: blood work and ultrasound. Levels look good. Estrogen: 384. Lining measuring at 13.26 (10-15mm is the norm). Measurable follicles: (Left) 11, 9.5 (Right) 11.5, 10.
    • 450 units of Gonal-F (increase)
    • 150 unit of Menopur
  • Day 8: Repeat.
  • Day 9: blood work and ultrasound. Levels look good. Estrogen: 820.2. Lining 14.9. Measurable follicles: (Left) 13, 12, 11 (Right) 15.5, 14, 14, 13, 13, 13, 12.
    • 450 units of Gonal-F
    • 150 units of Menopur
    • 1 syringe of Ganirellex (preloaded injection, hallelujah) tonight, switch to AM tomorrow
  • Day 10:
    • AM Ganirellex
    • PM 450 units of Gonal-F
    • PM 150 units of Menopur
  • Day 11: blood work and ultrasound. Levels look good. Estrogen: 1888. Measurable follicles: (Left) 18.5, 15, 13.4, 9.7 (Right) 20.7, 18.7, 17.7, 17.3, 15.2, 15.4, 14, 8. TRIGGER scheduled for Monday at EXACTLY 10:30pm.
    • AM Ganirellex
    • PM 450 units of Gonal-F
    • PM 150 units of Menopur
  • Day 12:
    • AM Ganirellex
    • PM 450 units of Gonal-F
    • PM 150 units of Menopur
    • 10:30pm TRIGGER 10,000 units of HCG (1cc liquid into powder-draw with long needle, inject into belly with short needle)
  • Day 13: no injections. No food or drink after midnight. Retrieval at 10:30am tomorrow.
  • Day 14: RETRIEVAL DAY!! Anesthesia got me like whoa. 8 oocytes retrieved (which made me030 cry hysterically as I was expecting at least 12; I later learned quality is better than quantity). Jimmy had the pleasure of heading to “the porn room” (as he calls it) to deposit his orgasm into a cup. He says it is a very uncomfortable feeling. I can see that, and I also assure him that having your eggs surgically removed from your body is no walk in the park, either.
  • Day 15: 7 eggswere able to beinseminated. 5 fertilized overnight. Feelingsuuuuuper weak, groggy,crampy, and miserable, but so happy at the fertility report! Jimmy and I are so happy to find out that we can actually make embryos together. After five years of going at it like jackrabbits, we were certainly beginning to wonder:
    • Egg 1: 2pn (two pro-nucleate)
    • Egg 2: 2pn
    • Egg 3: 2pn
    • Egg 4: 2pn
    • Egg 5: didn’t make it overnight
    • Egg 6: didn’t make it overnight
    • Egg 7: 2pn
  • Day 16: embryos are now scored by the number of cells they divided into, and their quality grade (A-C). Possible transfer tomorrow (day 3), but hoping for day 19 (day 5).
    • 1: 4B
    • 2: 2B
    • 3: 2B
    • 4: 4B
    • 7:4C
      • Start Crinone suppository daily (THE WORST) and estrogen patch (changed every other day)
  • Day 17: embryos are now scored by the number of cells they divided into (number), how fragmented they are (first letter A-D), and how their symmetry is (good, G, or poor, P). We have 037an 8BG and a 7BG, and are only eligible to transfer one embryo. Transfer is today. This made me go off the deep end. I bawled my eyes outthe whole way to the clinic. I had hoped and prayed for a 5 day transfer. There’s just something about knowing that your little one is strong enough to survive 5 full days. And, this meant I had to miss my best friend’s baby shower 🙁 Infertility robs you of control in so many aspects of your life.
    • The transfer itself is quite an interesting process. I will lay it out there for you, and yes, the process is as uncomfortable as it sounds. But you’re so excited at the thought of being pregnant, zero fucks are given. First, you show up an hour early, and begin drinking water. They want you to have a full bladder for transfer as it helps the doctor to see where the catheter is traveling to, and it helps to tip your uterus to a more conducive angle. After you sit there for a while with an uncomfortably full bladder, you get checked by an ultrasound tech to make sure you’re full enough. I guess I am an overachiever; I was told to go pee for 7 seconds then stop. Yes, it was hard to stop. Then you go back to your little room, and spread eagle. I had the honor of having med students, so there were plennnnnty of people staring at my who-ha. Again, zero fucks given…I was about to be impregnated! And see the exact moment my teeeeeeny tiiiiiiny little embryo began to live in my body. There could have been 20 people in that room and I wouldn’t have cared in the least. So, the med students, two nurses, the doctor (whom I had never met, and we were definitely on different pages), and the ultrasound tech checked my bracelet a few times, went over my date of birth and name, we signed consents, and then did a “mock transfer” to make sure everything looked good. While we were waiting for the embryologist to join the party, I burst into tears. The doctor thought it was because I was uncomfortable sitting there with a full bladder, a full room of people, a wide open speculum, and instruments galore. But it wasn’t. It was because I was SO HAPPY to know I was going to have an embryo that Jimmy and I created together alive in my body. The moment really took my breath away. I had to snap out of it when the embryologist exclaimed “READY!”. Mechanically, the door was opened, and in he walked with my baby in a long catheter. Jimmy and I watched in awe on the ultrasound screen, as the tiny, visible puff of air or liquid (the embryo is too small to be seen on the screen) was inserted into my uterus. That part of the procedure was the quickest. The embryologist exited the room, checked the catheter to make sure the embryo was in its new home, and yelled “CLEAR!” Then, the nurse let me know when my pregnancy test was scheduled, and one by one everyone left the room. I immediately turned to Jimmy, and with a HUGE GRIN said “I’m pregnant!” He reminded me that I was PUPO (pregnant until proven otherwise) and that we were supposed to practice cautious optimism. Screw that noise…PREGNANT AF. Now, back to the schedule…
  • Day 18: the first full day of my least favorite time; the two week wait, or TWW as it’s called in the infertility world. Continue the estrogen patches, and the dreaded Crinone.
  • Day 19: We had one blastocyst make it to day 5 to be frozen. The blast is graded differently, again, and we froze one 3BB. I am going to suggest that you google this scale if you want more info, as I do not fully understand it myself. It has to do with how close the embryo is to “hatching” out of it’s shell, the quality of the inner cell mass, and the quality of the trophoectoderm (outer layer). Basically, we were able to freeze a pretty good, but not great quality embryo (mommy thinks you’re great, though, microscopic one).
  • Day 22: I’m fast-forwarding a bit, as it would be boring to drone on and on about how terrible the waiting is. I go to day 22 because this is 10 days after the trigger shot, and supposedly the day when you should no longer test positive on a home pregnancy test (hpt).
  • Day 23: Even though they strongly advise against peeing on a stick, I decided to anyways (seriously women who don’t, props to you-wish I had your willpower). I watched with (sleepy) anxious anticipation as the dye spread, and one right hand line appear. No worries, I thought, it’s still so early, and we only transferred one embryo, so it shouldn’t be positive anyways. Back to bed I went.

Later that day, another TTC (trying to conceive) friend sent me an excitedly panicked picture of a positive pregnancy test. She had tested, thought it was negative, and threw it away. Only after getting out of the shower did she realize there was a faint line. After several more tests, the confirmation was there. I was SOOOOO EXTREMELY EXCITED for my friend who had waited so long to see that second line. Her story made me think about my morning. I hadn’t even given my test a minute before determining it was negative. It would be so exciting to be just days apart from my friend!

So, when I got home, I dug it out of it’s hiding spot. (Yes you read that right, hiding spot, not trashcan. Can’t have the husband knowing how crazy I am just yet!)

Wait…is that…what I think it is???????

To be continued…

Up next: IVF #1: The Result.