People say the most incredible things sometimes. Example:
I'm having my blood drawn the other day to make sure I have enough estradiol for our FET (frozen embryo transfer). The lab tech drawing my blood, who knows our history, knows how hard we have to work to get a baby, knows we are an IVF family, says..."Well, it's great that at least this way you can space them out. You can plan exactly when you want to have a baby, right?"
Seriously?
Ya...it's great. I get to have huge amount of supplemental hormones in my body. I get to have my blood drawn to test those hormones. I get to have a vaginal ultrasound to make sure my uterine lining is thick enough to sustain the transfer. I get to do all this for a less than 20% chance our frozen blastocysts even thaw correctly. If we are part of that less than 20% that do thaw, we have to wait and see if they even "stick" in my uterus creating a pregnancy. If none of that works, then we get to start all over again with more hormone injections, more blood work, more vaginal ultrasounds, more sticking needles into my vagina to harvest the "eggs", more praying Doc can pick "alive" sperm to inject into our eggs, more waiting for them to fertilize and divide, more hoping we can transfer at least two, and more waiting for a positive pregnancy test.
Ya...it's great.
Seriously?
Friday, November 20, 2009
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