26 December 2010
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Little Blue Rides Again
Seeing as there are no young kids in the family, my parents and siblings decided to draw names for Christmas presents this year. My dad drew my name and surprised me with a wonderfully practical gift -a clutch for my car that has been sitting undriveable since the summer. We had it listed for sale for a while and were not able to sell it, and nobody wanted to barter a trade (I was only asking 900 units of Gonal-F in exchange
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Twelve Days of Christmas
23 December 2010
12 ultrasound wandings
11 follicle measures
10 paper gowns
9 gonal pens
8 eggs a harvested
7 embryos a growing
6 blood work requisitions
5 hormone prescriptions
4 pairs of booties
3 sample cups
2 more weeks of waiting
and a good luck wish with another credit card transaction
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all!
Saturday, 18 December 2010
False Pregnancy Symptoms
18 December 2010
Well, I have not been blessed with a pregnancy in 2010. I have, however, had a s**tload of procedures and treatment over the past 9 months or more to give me a flavour of all the pregnancy complaints. Let's see, I've had...
Clomid induced morning sickness,
LH constipation,
Gonal F bloat (aka the baby bump look alike),
HCG trigger shot fatigue,
Post anesthetic brain fog,
Dexamethasone insomnia,
Progesterone breast tenderness,
Exercise restriction weight gain,
HSG/IUI Braxton Hicks uterine contractions,
Endometrial biopsy/ D&C full labour pains, AND...
More ultrasounds than I can shake a wand at!
They keep dangling that hope of a real pregnancy in front of me like a carrot, but unfortunately a baby has yet to emerge from all of this. It feels like such a tease. Come on, I'm done with the warm up, give me the real thing, I think I can handle it.
Clomid induced morning sickness,
LH constipation,
Gonal F bloat (aka the baby bump look alike),
HCG trigger shot fatigue,
Post anesthetic brain fog,
Dexamethasone insomnia,
Progesterone breast tenderness,
Exercise restriction weight gain,
HSG/IUI Braxton Hicks uterine contractions,
Endometrial biopsy/ D&C full labour pains, AND...
More ultrasounds than I can shake a wand at!
They keep dangling that hope of a real pregnancy in front of me like a carrot, but unfortunately a baby has yet to emerge from all of this. It feels like such a tease. Come on, I'm done with the warm up, give me the real thing, I think I can handle it.
Monday, 13 December 2010
The Dreaded Question
13 December 2010
I am so sick of these kinds of comments and questions! People can be so insensitive without even realizing how much pain they are causing others! DH and I left fairly early in the evening because he was still getting over his cold. That suited me just fine. After the food and music finished, it would have been more of that small talk and uncomfortable mingling. I wanted to leave on a high note.
It is my personal preference that I choose not to share anything about IF at work. It's all baby/kids all the time in my line of work. Because I work with babies, I get asked this very question in it's many forms during the course of my job at least once a week (no exaggeration). Also, people in my office are very nosy and just love to know all about other people's private business. The last thing I want is a ton of questions (directly or behind my back) about IF/IVF. I need to have one part of my life where I can pretend things are normal and carry on as usual. So in order to hold myself together at work to do my job with the little ones, I need to keep it this way especially with parents with whom I have strictly a professional relationship with -it would just not be an appropriate conversation to start up when they ask if I have kids, want kids etc.
I am much more open with friends/acquaintances outside of work, and have given responses that are a bit more blunt or honest. It depends what kind of a mood I am in. Sometimes I'm just not up to being a spokeswoman for the infertility cause. Most people will never get it unless they've experienced it personally anyway no matter how much explaining you do.
Mostly a venting blog here, but if anyone has a response that had shut people up with their questions without sharing the very personal information that you might be having trouble conceiving, let er rip.
Friday, 10 December 2010
A Christmas Craft Idea
10 December 2010
How about making Christmas tree ornaments out of them! They have a lovely shiny exterior and would glisten nicely if hanging on a fully lit tree. Oh, I could be a regular Martha Stewart! Maybe I should submit this to her magazine editors. They could have an infertility crafting section. Scrapbook your lap photos. Reuse your syringe mixing needles to knit a scarf. Oh, there are so many more...
Monday, 6 December 2010
The Annual Christmas Letter
06 December 2010
My Christmas cards pale in comparison. Usually they have a photograph on the front of some local scenery, and a brief greeting on the inside.
It got me thinking... what if I actually wrote about our year without holding back?
Dear Fertile Friends,
Wow, 2010 has been quite the ride! After 2 years of trying for a family the old fashioned way, this year was chocker block full of the fertility treatment sampler.
The new year began with fertility pills (Clomid). These innocent looking little numbers were loaded with side effects (hot flashes, moodiness, and hormonal nausea). Last winter brought the Olympics to Vancouver and brought us our own sex olympics. It was an endurance event alright! Hubs and I were on strict Dr.‘s orders to have daily intercourse for 7 days straight for 3 months. Sounds great on the surface, but I would challenge you to actually try it and get back to us with how it goes. Well, Clomid brought me morning sickness, without the pregnancy to go along with it, so it was abandoned.
Next up was an exploratory surgery (yes, they still had no idea what was wrong). So I was opened up, scoped in, up, and around, scraped out, and infused with dye... some little issues were discovered and minor repairs made, but none of this was thought should be causing so much difficulty. So after recovering from the spring cleaning, we proceeded along to the next step.
Summer inseminations it was. Now intercourse was with a lab cup for him and an ultrasound wand for me. Summer vacations? Forget it, we needed to be close to the clinic or blood lab for all of the appointments and to save money to pay for the treatments. We did manage to sneak in some local camping trips with my injections in tow.
When 3 of those failed, we figured we’d round out the year with a fall IVF cycle for good measure. Well that bombed too and despite the $4000 I injected into myself, my ovaries crapped out and laughed back at us. Now we've been benched for a few months to collect ourselves and pick up the pieces.
So that was a long way of saying we are having a childless Christmas again this year. Since we don’t have a family, we don't have any family photos to include, but I'm enclosing some photos from my laparoscopy. It might look nice on your fridge, sort of like abstract ART.
Please wish us a happy and fertile new year for 2011. More surgery and IVF are on tap, so you can look forward to more tales in next year’s letter. We will never say no to cash gifts. Sorry we won’t be sending you anything this year, we are completely broke. We even cheaped out on stamps and are sending this by e-mail.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Your infertile friends,
SD & Hubs
Thursday, 2 December 2010
I have no children, and forgot that is the ultimate goal of this exercise
02 December 2010
I actually had to remind myself the other day that having a baby is the ultimate intended outcome of all of this. I have totally lost sight of that goal. I tell myself if I can just get through another surgery and have a better response to the meds to have a chance at IVF, then I’ll be satisfied. But, what happened to being a mom?
It’s not about getting a good ovarian response, getting to egg retrieval, making embryos, having something to transfer, having a good enough lining for them to nestle in and grow, having a first ever positive test, or even getting though the next 9 months. In the end the ultimate goal is to have a child of my own to take home, care for and raise. I can’t even fathom it right now. Maybe it’s a way of protecting myself from how painful it all is.
All of that seems so far from my reality right now, so many steps ahead of where I am stuck. I used to think IVF was the fall back after nothing else worked, the sure thing with great success rates. It’s incredible to me now that it actually can all come together and little people can arise from all of this. It truly is a miracle.
It’s not about getting a good ovarian response, getting to egg retrieval, making embryos, having something to transfer, having a good enough lining for them to nestle in and grow, having a first ever positive test, or even getting though the next 9 months. In the end the ultimate goal is to have a child of my own to take home, care for and raise. I can’t even fathom it right now. Maybe it’s a way of protecting myself from how painful it all is.
All of that seems so far from my reality right now, so many steps ahead of where I am stuck. I used to think IVF was the fall back after nothing else worked, the sure thing with great success rates. It’s incredible to me now that it actually can all come together and little people can arise from all of this. It truly is a miracle.
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