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This is a blog I never thought I would start. If you told me 5 years ago, or even 2 years ago, that I would start a blog about infertility, nevermind actually suffer from it, I would have looked at you like you had three heads and given you my best "Wha'choo talkin' 'bout, Willis?" imitation (spoiler alert - it's horrible). I already have a kid, and it took all of two weeks to get pregnant with her (no, seriously - from the time I went off birth control to the time she was conceived, it was two weeks). So what if that was 11 years ago, and so what if it was with a different man?? I'm Fertile Myrtle over here!!
Except I'm not. Not even close. After trying for over a year, we started to think there may be something up. So I made my husband, L. go get checked first. After all, it's far easier for guys to get their stuff checked than it is for girls to. He gets checked, and all is well. Now it's my turn. I have what's called an HSG (a hysterosalpingogram) done. It's where they shoot a dye up into my nether regions and use an x-ray machine to see where the dye is flowing to. Its primary purpose is to check to make sure my uterine cavity and fallopian tubes are open. As it turns out, my right tube is blocked. This stems from a surgery I had back in 2008 to have a fibroid tumor the size of a 20-week fetus removed from my uterus. Sounds like fun, huh? I now sport an awesome scar that looks like a Cesarean scar, without the baby (guaranteeing me to have a c-section once I DO finally have another child). Anyways, as a result of the surgery, my right tube is blocked from scar tissue. While this does not completely kill my chances of conceiving naturally, it does cut them in half.
With last month marking the 19th failed month of trying, combined with wanting to discuss the results of the HSG, I went to see my OBGYN (who I absolutely ADORE). It was a five minute appointment that I didn't even have to undress for - She looked at my file, looked at me, and said "Well, you're not getting any younger - let's get the ball rolling on IVF!" She sent me home with instructions to call the IVF center (which will be referred to as CNY from this point on) in a couple of days and sent a referral over to CNY. I had that appointment last week, which I'll talk about in my next post.
When L. and I first began trying to conceive (TTC), we discussed the possibility of infertility (though at that point, we never in our wildest dreams thought it would come to that) and what we would do in that situation. We mutually decided that in lieu of trying IVF, which is very costly and not a guarantee, that we would put that money toward adopting a child, which is also very costly and also not a guarantee, but the positive outcome is more likely, even if it takes years. So what changed our minds, you ask? This:
My insurance will cover our IVF treatments. When does that EVER happen?? When we found that out, we decided that we couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. It's worth a shot at least, right?
So, that's where we're at! I invite you all to join me on my crazy journey, where there is sure to be a fair amount of laughter, and probably just as many tears, along the way. And feel free to share my blog with anyone you want!
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