This cycle feels weird. Maybe that's a good thing. I tend to put my hopes on anything that seems different than the last time. We're au naturale this month, thanks to our new insurance provider as of the first of the year. I've mentioned that we weren't able to get approval in time to start another Gonal F/IUI cycle. As seems to happen more often than not, just when I think I've got the calendar all figured out, I have a 22 day cycle which throws everything off. The good news is, we're all set to go for the next cycle. And it would figure that I have a business trip planed which could interfere with getting my Day 3 baseline ultrasound. Not to mention I'm not entirely thrilled about the idea of potentially traveling on a plane with 3 beautiful, thin, young coworkers, with injectable fertility drugs in my bag.
In any case, Hubby switched from Pr*zac to another medication last month. He's feeling a lot better emotionally, which is great. Because I'm still a bit of a roller coaster, and we have a rule in our house that only one person can be having a meltdown at a time. We still weren't sure how things were going to go in the bedroom. So, he filled his prescription for the little blue pill, and we studied the calendar. I thought it was tricky to plan my life around when I thought I might ovulate. But add in the fact that those pills must be taken a half-hour ahead, last for a day and a half, can only be taken every three days, and you only get four a month...well, that's an entirely new level of planning. We selected a pattern of three nights, every three days which fit our social obligations, and split the difference of when I usually ovulate and when I had been triggered last month. Day 10, 13 & 16.
Day 10 was a no go. Day 13 was a struggle, but we were ultimately successful. My opk showed a surge on Day 14. This is really exciting, because in the past, without any drugs, and even with Clomid, unmonitored, the surge typically comes on Day 17. And, if ovulation is the day after the surge, then our plan for Day 16 was still ok, it would be the day after ovulation. Not too bad. Two days before, and the day after. I'll take it. Well, after last night, I guess I have to be happy with two days before. It was another no go, and Hubby is offcially banned from having a beer on baby making nights. But it's better than November, which was a complete bust.
Even though I got a surge on Day 14, I decided to keep testing until the result was no longer positive. It was positive for three days in a row. This feels somewhat puzzling. But, I still think our timing was ok based upon the constraints we're fighting. As for feeling weird, I have IBS, and I often have a dull pain in my lower left side. Especially at times when I need to up the fiber. I have that pain now, or I think I do. It's easy to confuse with the bloating of ripening ovaries. I also really felt my right ovary this month. I felt the more acute sensation I've come to associate with a mature follicle. That has passed, but I still feel a fullness, or heaviness in the area of the ovary, which I have not noticed before. I also have lower back pain which is floating around. Anyway, it's weird. And as infertiles are subject to do, I am over analyzing every little twinge.
Even though I am feeling weird, I'm trying to just go with the flow, stay calm and a bit detached. I don't have high investment in our success this month, so hopefully I will get through the two week wait without too much angst. And hopefully the calendar will cooperate and we'll get back to the drugs next cycle. The one thing I do have in the back of my head though, is that this is the month last year where we actually achieved conception. Maybe it's our lucky month. Who knows...
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1.15.2011
1.11.2011
The Chronicle Continues
Whew, it is taking longer than I thought to get through my story. But I feel like getting through the whole thing is part of the theraputic process for me, so bear with me. Continuing again on my back story, early August arrived, and I had my appointment with Dr. A, my new reproductive endocrinologist. It immediately felt like a better situation then the OB/GYN. I was getting attention, having a conversation. And after 40 minutes, she declared me the "proud owner of unexplained infertility."
Hmmm.
Unexplained infertility. I guess it's good that there's nothing wrong with either me or Hubby. But, if there's nothing wrong, then there is nothing to fix. So now what?
The plan was to go ahead with two more Clomid cycles. I would monitor on my own with OPKs. Dr. A doesn't like to trigger for fear of triggering an egg that's just not quite ready yet. She did decide to increase the does of Clomid from 50 to 100.
OK. We had a plan. And life was utter chaos. We closed on our house a week later. I was studying for a professional exam at the beginning of September, and suffering from insomnia. Gee, I wonder why. we moved into the new house at the end of August. I spent the last weekend of August in a weekend long study seminar, bloated to heck with swollen ovaries, and losing my mind from sleep depravation. It was a very rough time.
Labor day weekend had us heading into to our new clinic for our second IUI. At least Hubby liked the office better. Instead of having a purple waiting room with fluffy, frilly pillows and lots of photos of babies (it was an OB/GYN after all), this was a generic medical waiting room. And, I'm told, it actually has reading material in the specimen room.
Two weeks later, it was another no go. I was not surprised, considering the state I had been in. And, in typical fashion, the calendar was being oh so cooperative once again. The target for my next ovulation was exam day. Perfect. So, we decided to go natural again. It was frustrating because it felt like we weren't making progress if we couldn't take advantage of everything that medicine has to offer. But, I tried to look at it as a time to relax and give my body a break.
IUI #3 occurred the last weekend in October. I was advised to schedule my next consultation with Dr. A, just in case, so that I would not have to wait as long. Which was a good thing, because we had another negative.
Mid-november brought the appointment, which resulted in a plan to try 1-3 more IUIs, this time with Gonal F injections. And then, we'd sit and have the IVF conversation. Of course, the timing was off, so late November was another natural cycle. It seems that I'm destined to alternate. Which, I guess I should find less frustrating than some, since with the "unexplained" diagnosis, there is no reason to believe that it wouldn't be possible on our own.
Until Hubby started to battle anxiety and depression again and was given a prescription for Prosac.
Oh, and the fertile period coincided with Thanksgiving, and a trip to visit my mom.
Let's just say, we did not actually get lucky at getting lucky in November.
My next cycle rolled around, and we managed all the injections coordinated around our holiday obligations. Hubby was a saint, and did them all for me. It saved me. I don't have a problem getting shots, but I don't like to look at the needles. So, it was a good way to ease into this process. He also saw his doctor again, and switched to a different medication, as well as getting a prescription for one of those little blue pills. On his 42 birthday in the middle of December, after a great dinner out a the scene of our first date, almost 5 years ago, and a walk around the park to see the holiday lights, we returned home, to trigger by 11pm...on cycle day 11.
Huh? Cycle day 11? I had typically been ovulating on day 18. Now, this felt like progress!
Back to the clinic on the Saturday before Christmas. Please Santa, make my Christmas wishes come true. I was freaking out in the waiting room, hoping all would go ok for Hubby with his reading material. I tried not to look at the clock, telling myself that it was only in my imagination that it was taking longer than it had in the past. At last, he appeared. Success! Whew!
A week later, the day after Christmas, we made the trip back to upstate New York to visit my mom, and brother, sister-in-law and niece C, who were in from London. Have I mentioned yet that they moved to London two months after C was born, and I'd only gotten to see her once, when she was only one month old? (I cried the entire day I found out they were moving across the pond instead of only three hours away). Now she was six months old, and a perfectly wonderful, interactive and captive baby! And oh my goodness, is she precious.
We had four great days with family, relaxing and playing with C. It was hard, but a lot of fun too. I was really hopeful about this cycle, and spending time with my family helped get me through most of the two week wait.
I returned home on Wednesday. I had a hard time sleeping that night. My back was starting to hurt, and I was beginning to feel crampish. I got up early, and saw a little spotting. Maybe this was implantation bleeding? It was 13 days after the IUI. Was that too long? And then I checked Faceb**k, as I often do in the morning. There was a message from my cousin J. "I'm going to be an uncle thanks to my sister S..." She's 6 years younger than me. Sometime I'll tell you about the other side of my family, and the 15 great-grandchildren that my grandmother has, none of whom are mine. In any case, that's when I lost it. I knew I was fooling myself. I knew the sore boobs, cramps, back ache and spotting could only mean one thing. And I sobbed. And sobbed, and sobbed.
Later that day, I left a message on the nurses line to schedule my next baseline ultrasound, so I could get my Gonal F dose. Friday morning, New Year's Eve day, I got a call... "How soon can you get here? We're not open tomorrow." Have I mentioned how well the calendar and I get along? I was there in a half hour. Only to find out that since my insurance carrier was changing as of 1/1, I would not be able to start this cycle. It could take 10 days to get approval. Hadn't I mentioned at the beginning of December that my insurance was changing? Why had I not been told this before? Was she serious? Seriously? Apparently it's not typical to be approved for two cycles in a row anyway. The break would be relaxing, and good for my body. Haven't I heard this all before? Arrrrgghhhh!!!!
Can you believe that by Monday, 1/3, (cycle day 5) I had my approval and it was too late to start?! The very next day, I attended my first ever local support group. The day after that, I started to get to know the infertility blogosphere. And a week later, I am finally up to date.
Whew. OK, now it's time to go get it on. It's day 13. I've been peeing on a stick all week. No surge yet, but we're trying to get one in early. Hubby took his little blue pill after work. Hopefully it works this time. And when I say works, I don't even mean the baby making part. I just mean the sex. That would at least be a small victory at this point.
Hmmm.
Unexplained infertility. I guess it's good that there's nothing wrong with either me or Hubby. But, if there's nothing wrong, then there is nothing to fix. So now what?
The plan was to go ahead with two more Clomid cycles. I would monitor on my own with OPKs. Dr. A doesn't like to trigger for fear of triggering an egg that's just not quite ready yet. She did decide to increase the does of Clomid from 50 to 100.
OK. We had a plan. And life was utter chaos. We closed on our house a week later. I was studying for a professional exam at the beginning of September, and suffering from insomnia. Gee, I wonder why. we moved into the new house at the end of August. I spent the last weekend of August in a weekend long study seminar, bloated to heck with swollen ovaries, and losing my mind from sleep depravation. It was a very rough time.
Labor day weekend had us heading into to our new clinic for our second IUI. At least Hubby liked the office better. Instead of having a purple waiting room with fluffy, frilly pillows and lots of photos of babies (it was an OB/GYN after all), this was a generic medical waiting room. And, I'm told, it actually has reading material in the specimen room.
Two weeks later, it was another no go. I was not surprised, considering the state I had been in. And, in typical fashion, the calendar was being oh so cooperative once again. The target for my next ovulation was exam day. Perfect. So, we decided to go natural again. It was frustrating because it felt like we weren't making progress if we couldn't take advantage of everything that medicine has to offer. But, I tried to look at it as a time to relax and give my body a break.
IUI #3 occurred the last weekend in October. I was advised to schedule my next consultation with Dr. A, just in case, so that I would not have to wait as long. Which was a good thing, because we had another negative.
Mid-november brought the appointment, which resulted in a plan to try 1-3 more IUIs, this time with Gonal F injections. And then, we'd sit and have the IVF conversation. Of course, the timing was off, so late November was another natural cycle. It seems that I'm destined to alternate. Which, I guess I should find less frustrating than some, since with the "unexplained" diagnosis, there is no reason to believe that it wouldn't be possible on our own.
Until Hubby started to battle anxiety and depression again and was given a prescription for Prosac.
Oh, and the fertile period coincided with Thanksgiving, and a trip to visit my mom.
Let's just say, we did not actually get lucky at getting lucky in November.
My next cycle rolled around, and we managed all the injections coordinated around our holiday obligations. Hubby was a saint, and did them all for me. It saved me. I don't have a problem getting shots, but I don't like to look at the needles. So, it was a good way to ease into this process. He also saw his doctor again, and switched to a different medication, as well as getting a prescription for one of those little blue pills. On his 42 birthday in the middle of December, after a great dinner out a the scene of our first date, almost 5 years ago, and a walk around the park to see the holiday lights, we returned home, to trigger by 11pm...on cycle day 11.
Huh? Cycle day 11? I had typically been ovulating on day 18. Now, this felt like progress!
Back to the clinic on the Saturday before Christmas. Please Santa, make my Christmas wishes come true. I was freaking out in the waiting room, hoping all would go ok for Hubby with his reading material. I tried not to look at the clock, telling myself that it was only in my imagination that it was taking longer than it had in the past. At last, he appeared. Success! Whew!
A week later, the day after Christmas, we made the trip back to upstate New York to visit my mom, and brother, sister-in-law and niece C, who were in from London. Have I mentioned yet that they moved to London two months after C was born, and I'd only gotten to see her once, when she was only one month old? (I cried the entire day I found out they were moving across the pond instead of only three hours away). Now she was six months old, and a perfectly wonderful, interactive and captive baby! And oh my goodness, is she precious.
We had four great days with family, relaxing and playing with C. It was hard, but a lot of fun too. I was really hopeful about this cycle, and spending time with my family helped get me through most of the two week wait.
I returned home on Wednesday. I had a hard time sleeping that night. My back was starting to hurt, and I was beginning to feel crampish. I got up early, and saw a little spotting. Maybe this was implantation bleeding? It was 13 days after the IUI. Was that too long? And then I checked Faceb**k, as I often do in the morning. There was a message from my cousin J. "I'm going to be an uncle thanks to my sister S..." She's 6 years younger than me. Sometime I'll tell you about the other side of my family, and the 15 great-grandchildren that my grandmother has, none of whom are mine. In any case, that's when I lost it. I knew I was fooling myself. I knew the sore boobs, cramps, back ache and spotting could only mean one thing. And I sobbed. And sobbed, and sobbed.
Later that day, I left a message on the nurses line to schedule my next baseline ultrasound, so I could get my Gonal F dose. Friday morning, New Year's Eve day, I got a call... "How soon can you get here? We're not open tomorrow." Have I mentioned how well the calendar and I get along? I was there in a half hour. Only to find out that since my insurance carrier was changing as of 1/1, I would not be able to start this cycle. It could take 10 days to get approval. Hadn't I mentioned at the beginning of December that my insurance was changing? Why had I not been told this before? Was she serious? Seriously? Apparently it's not typical to be approved for two cycles in a row anyway. The break would be relaxing, and good for my body. Haven't I heard this all before? Arrrrgghhhh!!!!
Can you believe that by Monday, 1/3, (cycle day 5) I had my approval and it was too late to start?! The very next day, I attended my first ever local support group. The day after that, I started to get to know the infertility blogosphere. And a week later, I am finally up to date.
Whew. OK, now it's time to go get it on. It's day 13. I've been peeing on a stick all week. No surge yet, but we're trying to get one in early. Hubby took his little blue pill after work. Hopefully it works this time. And when I say works, I don't even mean the baby making part. I just mean the sex. That would at least be a small victory at this point.
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