For so long, we’ve been on the wrong side of luck.
– 1 in 8 people experience infertility– CHECK
– 10% of those experiencing infertility are considered unexplained — CHECK
– 40-50% chance of IVF working out– Yeah… not check
– Varicocele surgery fixes the majority of men — Yeah… not check
– Suspected endometriosis– CHECK
After multiple failed cycles, including many medicated and one failed IVF last fall, Huzzy had varicocele surgery in February with both positive and terrifying results. While his morphology improved drastically, his overall numbers plummeted. Our RE even took away our chance at injectables because of the numbers. Getting pregnant without drugs/IVF was pretty much a 1% chance I was told. I am happy to say that we FINALLY are on the right side of luck, because… we are pregnant. We landed in the 1%.
I was supposed to have a lap surgery to check for and remove endometriosis on July 18, in preparation for our second and final IVF in October. On July 2, I was starting to wonder where AF was (because I didn’t want it during surgery). She had been crazy since the last IVF… my LP went to 13-16 days (from a normal 11 before) and every month I started spotting around 6dpo and didn’t stop until AF (I never spotted before)… who visited hard and heavy for 10 days (which was the same length I had before IVF). So when July 2 came along at 13dpo and I didn’t have AF yet, it wasn’t extremely strange because this is the way it had been for the previous six months after IVF… but I didn’t have any spotting, which I had had since then.
I hesitated to take an HPT because I didn’t want to see what I knew would be another BFN. So I waited a day. I really needed AF to get here and knew the best way to do that was to take a test… because she invariably comes hours after I take one. So I took it and went to go do other things. Less than five minutes later, I came back to throw it away and there it was… the test line SUPER dark–darker than even the control line.
I took a deep breath and stared at it. Then realized I needed to tell my husband. So I went to a special drawer where I had stashed a Harley-Davidson Father’s Day Card (that I bought two years ago expecting to use it) and gave it to him. He looked at it and asked if this meant I had something to tell him. I nodded and grabbed his hand and took him to the bathroom to show him.
That morning, I called the RE to see if I could get a beta. But since it was Thursday, July 3, the clinic was closed for a four day holiday weekend. So I waited until Monday the 7th (18dpo) to call. And my beta was crazy high at 2,487. My beta 48 hours later was even crazier… 5,689. That was a doubling time of 39 hours. My PCM and I were slightly worried about a molar pregnancy. Friday we had our first ultrasound at 7w1d. We saw one perfect baby measuring three days ahead with a perfect heartbeat of 154. I finally could breathe a sigh of relief. I know it’s early, but after seeing the heartbeat, the chance of miscarriage drops significantly.
I want to say that this blog is going to chronicle my journey… wherever that leads. I understand that some people may need to unfollow. I understand. I’ve been there. I will, however, promise to be sensitive and always remember those still in the infertility trenches. As I said on Twitter, I still feel as though I’m in the trenches… I’ve just been able to grab onto the side and am trying to claw my way out.
If you know me on Facebook… PLEASE don’t say anything as I am not “out” yet and won’t be for a while.