Looks like we’re not waiting until December after all.
I went into my clinic this morning.
It was my Day 2, and E. was at nursery school, and it was literally the only day of the week where I could go in to the clinic without it being a juggling act, so I decided to just go in and talk to my f/s. I wanted to touch base with him about what had happened. I wanted to just double check that if we went ahead with this last FET right now there wouldn’t be time to squeeze in a full IVF cycle in December before Christmas. This was what I had been assuming.
I was wrong.
“Absolutely,” said my f/s when I asked about the possibility of getting a full IVF cycle done before Christmas.
I pressed him. “Are you really sure?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Right,” I said. “Let’s do the FET now.”
The only thing I can think of is I was assuming I would have to take a full month of the birth control pills before starting stims, and that must not be the case. Otherwise I can’t see how the calendar works out.
But it’s a result I like much much better.
Yes, I’m potentially spending the entire fall at the clinic, on birth control pills, or preparing for a cycle. Yes, it will be busy and stressful and hectic.
But it means by Christmas we will have a really good sense of where we stand in our journey to expand our family.
It means I won’t have to wait until July to fit in a full IVF cycle. My eggs won’t get that little bit older. The age gap between E. and any potential sibling won’t get that little bit bigger.
It gives us the flexibility to then maybe (if needed) do a FET in the new year. We couldn’t possibly do a full IVF cycle then- we have to schedule them outside of the semester. They are too difficult otherwise.
I hated the idea of waiting to do the FET until December.
I hated even more the idea of waiting until July to do a full IVF cycle.
I don’t want this process to be drawn out. I want us to either get our 2.0 or be finished. I don’t have the emotional fortitude to have this hanging over my head for another year, or even two.
We know what works. We know what we have to do to manage my thyroid. We know what medications are needed.
There’s no reason to waste time.
I did my usual trick of peeking at my chart while waiting for my doctor.
My chart was amazingly thin. It took me a minute to realize that it did have my name on it.
I commented on this to the ultrasound technician.
“Sometimes they start a second chart if the first one gets too big,” she told me.
Sure enough, my chart has a label on the front that says, in big letters, “PART 2”.
My chart got so big they had to get me a second chart.
I looked at the transfer report. They defrosted the weaker of the two embryos- the 1BB rather than the 1AB. I don’t know why they did this, but I assume they must have felt the difference in quality was so minor as to not make much of a difference to the eventual outcome.
The report said the blastocyst was collapsed after it had been thawed, but my doctor said that was normal. He said the blastocyst came through the thaw just as they would have expected.
I’ve said before that one of the things I like about my doctor is he’s not willing to just keep repeating things over and over again when he’s not getting the desired result. He is always tweaking- always trying to make things better.
This FET is no exception. He wants me to come in on the day I have my lining check for an intralipid transfer, which is when they hook me up to an IV for a couple of hours and pump in a diluted concentration of fats and other nutritional goodies. It’s the same type of solution that hospitals use (undiluted) when they have patients that need feeding tubes. Apparently there have been a number of studies that suggest doing this increases the chance that an embryo will implant because it helps keep the maternal body from attacking the embryo.
It costs a little bit, about $300, but that’s small potatoes compared to shelling out for another full round of IVF.
I’m willing to give it a whirl.
We’ve transferred nine embryos now. Six practically perfect Day 3 embryos. Three perfect or very nearly so blastocysts.
Nine embryos for one pregnancy.
Not just one live birth- one pregnancy (and one chemical where the beta was practically zero).
My uterus is perfect. We build perfect linings. We control every variable we can possibly think of. I’m on every possible medication one could suggest.
And yet there it is: nine embryos for one pregnancy.
I’m not surprised my f/s is wondering what is going on.
I’m not surprised he’s wondering if something in my body is attacking the embryos and preventing them from implanting. I already have auto-immune issues- my thyroid problems.
I’m sure we’ve already run all the other tests that would look for auto-immune problems. It may well be there’s something going on that we can’t yet identify. Maybe what’s happening is beyond our current medical knowledge.
Or maybe we’ve just been really really unlucky.
Whatever the case, I’m glad he’s still got something else up his sleeve.