I’ve been thinking about everything we tried before we finally resorted to IVF. I’ve been thinking about
the pregnancy tests, ovulation tests, fertility monitoring,
the diet changes (no sugar, no dairy, no gluten, no caffeine/coffee/chocolate),
the supplements (DHEA, primrose oil, etc.),
de-stressing (quit a job, stopped exercising, said “no” to more opportunities),
the acupuncture,
meeting with a naturopath,
the Mayan abdominal massage,
the testing, IUIs, hysteroscopies, that painful HSG,
reading, reading, reading, and
the wishing, hoping, and praying.
Now, we are here, on the other side, with a teething toddler and toys everywhere. Is it possible to still be in awe of it all? Am I still in denial that we are actually here? Is it possible we could be so lucky again? Do I go back and try all those things again or do I just ignore the fact that we ever needed treatment? It all feels like a long, long time ago… yet only three years have passed since our miscarriage, two years have passed since our FET.
Tomorrow, I go in for more tests: bloodwork, trial embryo transfer, doppler of blood flow, and another hysteroscopy. I hope all tests will yield positive results and we can move forward in hopes of adding to our family again.