I head into our 3rd fresh IVF cycle as a seasoned pro. Got my medication request a few days ago and immediately called the nurse to ask some questions. Do I really need estrogen, we’re not doing a transfer? Why progesterone for stimulation? Why are we using mini-HCG instead of Menopur? I now know enough about this process to understand the use for each drug and ask the right questions. And in the case of the example questions I shared above, my knowledge is what saved me from ordering a few meds that were on the list that I do not need. If knowledge is power, I’m feeling pretty powerful these days. The Dr may be driving the bus, but I’m sitting shotgun with my eyes also on the road.
Another preparation item we took care of a few weeks ago was a Hysteroscopy which is the inspection of the uterine cavity by endoscopy with access through the cervix. They put you under, you’re out for about 30 minutes. The actual procedure isn’t painful (thanks to the drugs), but I found the recovery this go around to be quite difficult. 9 lbs of water weight in 24 hours made for some serious bloat and discomfort. While I had a similar procedure completed at the beginning of our fertility treatments a few years ago, we wanted to double check that my uterus was structurally sound and that we weren’t overlooking anything obvious that could have attributed to our failures. While the Dr didn’t find anything major, she did see a bit of scar tissue that she cleaned up and removed. What we don’t know is the effect of this scar tissue on our outcomes of the past or if the removal of this tissue will have any affect on our successes in the future. I don’t think we’ll ever know without trying with a transfer again and giving my little uterus another shot. Whether or not we do this is still TBD based on the number of genetically sound eggs we’re able to generate.
As much as I say I’ve given up on carrying our child, there is a little voice inside of me that isn’t quite ready to quit. I realize given our history it is a serious gamble and likely to be a waste of our money and our time, but I’m having a difficult time letting go of this dream. The dream of me with a big fat belly and a baby onboard. Fingers crossed that will happen…one day soon.