I had blood work early this morning. My RE called me this afternoon to let me know I was pregnant and that if things keep progressing the way they are Coen will have a sibling soon. My beta level level was 228! I go back on Saturday for another blood draw and hopefully my numbers are doubled. I forgot how nice it is to find out early but also how stressful it can be to worry about if everything is alright and counting down the days until you’re out of that danger zone. FRERs are still getting darker. Here are today’s and yesterday’s tests.
FET #3 Update
Last March was our first wedding anniversary and we somehow forgot to have a slice of our wedding cake. We went on a cruise to celebrate and it was right before we had started our first IVF. Once we realized we forgot it just seemed silly to have any. Since we were just about to have our first IVF cycle I had said when I found out I was pregnant we would celebrate by having our wedding cake. We didn’t expect that it would take long. Maybe just one or two cycles. That was almost a year ago. This cake has been through a lot. There is not much left of it because our freezer went after a storm last year and stinky fish melted onto the bottom half of the cake. We salvaged what we could. 5 IVF cycles and 23 months later I am happy to say that we will be having a slice of that cake today. I got the call yesterday from my Dr. that I am officially pregnant! My beta was 134 and she seemed extremely happy with this. I will be going from beta #2 on Monday and if those numbers are good I will go back in a week from then for beta #3. If everything looks good first ultrasound will be at 6.5 weeks.
FET #2 Update
I appreciate all the kind words. It really means a lot. I do believe I experienced a chemical which makes me believe I can get pregnant again…hopefully next time. Below is my very, very faint BFP that I got to see for one day. It’s one that you have to squint, angle your screen and stand upside down on one foot to see. But it was there.
As expected we got bad news today. Early this morning I went in for blood work. I usually chat with the nurse and after going in so many times they know me by name. On my way out she asked if I would be coming back for an ultrasound. My heart dropped. She probably assumed I was pregnant. I told her I wasn’t sure our next steps, got into my car and bawled my eyes out. There is always so much anticipation leading up to the “call.” Knowing it is negative I usually grieve days before and when I get the call I almost feel a weight lifted. Not that I am happy that it is negative but torture of not knowing is now over. I can grieve, move on and prepare for the next set of events. I never would have thought that I would have to go through so many IVF cycles. I have come to find taking it one day at a time is far easier than thinking we may have to go through one, two, three or who knows how many more. The Dr called to give me the news. She wants me to go in for an operational hysteroscopy. I will be going in the Thursday after Christmas. She also mentioned the possibility of PGD. She repeated that we make great embryos and she truly believes it WILL happen. She is not one to sugar coat things. Up next will either be FET #3 or IVF #3. Third times the charm right? Wait haven’t I said that before?
I planned to go to the gym today but my heart was just not in it. Since I have taken a few weeks off because of the FET, I am feeling lazy. Not very excited to get back to the gym. Hell, I am not excited about anything right now. But I know time will heal and we will try again. I am not giving up. My goal is to have some wine tonight, relax, maybe eat some junk food and hit the gym early tomorrow morning and and try getting back to my old self.