Hi all. Long post ahead, but I hope it brings hope to one of you out there.
I've been reading your stories the last few days, and they really helped me get through the nail-biting finish of the 2ww. My husband (33yo) and I (31yo) have been married for 3.5 years, together for 9, trying for about 2.5 years. Last year in November, I had a laparoscopic surgery for grade 3 endometriosis, which was really affecting my daily life (from terrible pain, fainting, heavy periods, ruptured cysts, etc.). After a tough but successful surgery and taking some time to recover, we decided to start trying again about 3 months after the operation. To no avail, my doctor recommended we go on Clomid for three months. (Note, a few months before my operation became was no longer optional, a previous doctor had put me on Femara for three months). I'd taken a month break in between, as Clomid turned me into an absolute MONSTER. Sorry world.
By June, my doctor suggested I take a couple months break from Clomid and continue trying naturally. If by August we were still not pregnant, then she said let's look into some further tests, starting with a HyCoSy (tube patentcy test). August came around and the HyCoSy went well - both tubes were healthy, clear, and in good shape. My dr then suggests another round of Clomid, to which I decided not to go ahead with because of the way it made me feel and the fact that it makes more eggs 'drop'. Again, giving us a couple more months of trying naturally, we aimed for a timeline of October/November of this year before seeking fertility advice. Up to this point, my doctor wouldn't go as far to say that there was 'unexplained infertility', but perhaps we should consider assistance so to avoid the endometriosis returning.
As of October we started shopping for a fertility doctor, 'just in case' by the end of the year we needed further assistance and to beat the endo from coming back. We met our doctor, and the first thing she did was an AMH blood test along with some other routine blood work. Not thinking anything of it, we were stunned when we got a call that my egg count, at 31 years old, was far below the low level. I was absolutely heartbroken. Shattered. I cried for days and kept telling my husband that I didn't feel like a woman. My whole adult life I've dreamt of being a mother.
We decided not to waste any time, and started our first round of IVF once my cycle started, 2.5 weeks later (November 8th 2016). I have been afraid of needles my entire life, so this process was daunting for me, to say the least. I started with the highest possible dose of Menopur, one injection of 450iu per day, for 5 days. Through the stim process, I only had 6 follicles. Also heartbreaking. By day 6 of stim, I was on Menopur (450) and Cetrotide (which WAS AWFUL the first tim - swelling, itching, burning, etc.. but last 6 shots were bearable. By Nov 19, I had 1 trigger shot of Ovitrelle, and was prepping for my EC on Nov 19 (scared shitless, but really really wasn't worth the stress. Yes, stress about the results, this is normal. But I wasted time stressing about being knocked out and had some flashbacks of my surgery, which was really rough for me).
We were able to get 4 eggs, all mature. By the next day, only 3 had matured and fertilized properly. On day 3, Nov 24, we get the call that 2 of our embryos are beautiful and ready to be transferred. And so began the 2ww.... well, 12 days in reality, but it felt like an absolute ETERNITY.
I'd been so positive the first week post ET, then as the first blood test got closer, the more paranoid and negative I became. I felt my period coming and was going crazy wanting to know what the results were going to be. Finally, Dec 6 came around. I went in for my blood test in the afternoon, (I was almost avoiding it, as my husband had work until late so we asked the clinic to call us at 8:30pm with the results and not before). Last night we get the call of our BFP!!!!! We are absolutely elated!!!
I know this post has been SooOoo long, but I just wanted to share my journey so at least one of you can not feel alone and have faith in the process. It's hard as hell, and I admire all of you for your strength and perseverance in this crazy quest to parenthood. Also, if it's helpful at all, these were the symptoms I'd been feeling the last few days: