In infertility, anything can happen. Everything bad certainly seems to happen. But the craziest, most unexpected things happen too.
You might know that Turia is my sister – we try to stay off each other’s toes when blogging, but we’re bad at boundaries and I imagine if you follow us both, you have made this connection. If you follow us both, you’ve seen her amazing, unexpected announcement today.
In conversation with her last week, once she had told me the news, she remarked that it was going to look like “we had stopped trying, and it just happened”, when in reality she had made concerted efforts to rehabilitate her cycle through diet. A not-fun diet, that she has stuck to for months now. That it didn’t “just happen”. That said, this is amazing, and I personally think the world needs as many miracle post-infertility-treatment natural pregnancies as it can get. Bring as many unexpected, wished-for, free babies into this world as possible.
Her journey is, as always, her own. You can bet your bonnet I’ll be right beside her for it, but it is her story to tell.
For me, though, what does this mean? Renewed hope for a natural conception of my own? I’m cycle day 38 today and while I think my body has tried to gear up to ovulate twice now, it certainly hasn’t managed it. Obviously I’m taking this dietary change more seriously in light of her rampant success, and I have also started easing myself back onto metformin. My temperature has been all over the map, but lately has settled into a distressingly-low groove. My chart looks exactly as it did before, when I would easily fail to ovulate for months and months in a row.
We spoke with our doctor last week. She agreed some testing is a good idea before we think about another FET. Pea went for his blood draw for a karyotype on Friday. I need to fast before my draws, for a host of immune and clotting issues, a karyotype, and some glucose measures (NOT, thankfully, the beastly glucose tolerance test), so I haven’t managed to go to the blood lab. If I’m honest,, it’s only an 8-12 hour fast, and I’m not going because I now have a strong aversion to the blood lab. I really just have to suck it up and go. Our plan is to do a FET in March or April. My doctor said she still feels very confident about our prospects.
I don’t. I just don’t. Even with this news from my sister, and even with our blastocysts, and even having had a month of space and a vacation. I just don’t think this will work for us. I’m working on it, and trying to figure out how to feel less fragile about our next steps. In the meantime, the news that my family may well have another small human to dote upon makes me so very happy.