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Official

Not that I needed the final word, but the beta’s back and I’m definitely not pregnant. George, Jr. is not to be. I take solace in the fact that I don’t have to put my tail between my legs and thank Dr. Hate.

So I can stop the estrace and the PIO. Wait, I already stopped both, because, really? What’s the point?

Follow up and re-group with SuperDoc on July 6th to plan out IVF#3. We’d touch base sooner than that, but he’s halfway across the globe right now. How dare he?

And that, my friends, is the end of IVF#2 (Take 3). I suspect I won’t have much else to say here for a while. I’m not in a very good place right now and I’m not really sure I have anything left to say.

I’ll let you know what SuperDoc says in July.

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No more PIA or PIO

I talked with my nurse today. I’m going in tomorrow for my beta despite being sick. My doctor this morning said if the plague I have is the flu, I should be better by tomorrow, and if it’s not, it’s probably bacterial, and I’m now on antibiotics just in case, so I should be okay to breathe my germs on them by tomorrow.

That being said, my nurse gave me her blessing not to take my PIO tonight since my HPT is still snowy white. I told her she needn’t worry about how to make that uncomfortable phone call tomorrow with the negative beta and she said, “Oh thank heavens!” Apparently those phone calls aren’t easy to make, and occasionally get pretty dicey. She hopes to give me a pleasantly surprising phone call tomorrow, but meanwhile she said it was okay to skip the PIO tonight. Whahoo!

Meanwhile, there’s nothing much interesting going on here in perky-land.

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A Definition

I love my husband. And you know why? Because if you look in the dictionary under sweet, optimistic, or (most importantly) naive, you’ll find a picture of him. Allow me to illustrate with a conversation from yesterday:

Him: Did you take your morning estrace?
Me: Yeah, but really? What’s the point?
Him: I’m still hoping George will surprise you.
Me: Honey, George isn’t going to surprise me. Today’s 15 days post retrieval. Even the stupid internet cheap POS pregnancy tests would have shown something if I was pregnant today.
Him: Okay.
Me: You really think there’s going to be a surprise.
Him: I’m hoping George will surprise you.

It’s cute, no? So for his sake, I will continue to take the little blue pills and the damn PIO, despite my blubbering in a doctor’s office yesterday (see Chez Perky for that one), because, after all, I’d hate for him to say “I told you so” on something that critical, right? (but I still haven’t made an appointment to go in for my beta…)

(for the record? No surprises this morning, other than I still feel like crap. And not in a pregnant kind of way – in a “oh my god where are my lungs and all my energy?” kind of way)

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ick

Still sick. Still not pregnant (so Barren? You can stop holding out that tiny bit of hope, okay?).

I have yet to schedule my beta, which is supposed to be Friday. I wonder if they’ll notice if I don’t show up for it? I’m guessing they would notice. Back in 2006 when I was away on vacation (the only real vacation I’ve ever taken in my entire life) on a beta day (and had told them I wouldn’t be there on beta day), they freaked out when I didn’t show up for my beta. But then, having not been on PIO, I’d had solid proof that that IUI (#2) had failed miserably.

So … not showing up for my beta is probably not an option right?

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I Am Sick

I am sick.

And I am also not pregnant. I did cave and POAS. Today is 9dp5dt. Otherwise known as 14 days post retrieval. Though I suppose some of you will argue that it’s too early to tell, a lot of clinics do their betas at 14 dp retrieval. The fact that my clinic waits 18 days doesn’t change the fact that today is probably accurate.

I will dutifully keep taking my PIO until Friday, because I’m a “good” patient (though not good enough to follow my doctor’s directions not to POAS), but then I’ll just be waiting out the 2 weeks until I can see SuperDoc for a follow up consult to decide the following:

  1. WTF???
  2. What next?
  3. Is there anything I should change about my protocol?
  4. Is there any reason I should not start a cycle in August (the alternative is to wait until November, which is not my preference).
  5. What are we going to do to avoid another Dr. Hate situation in the future?
  6. No, seriously, WTF???

I can’t say I’m surprised, or shocked.

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Because it’s fun for me, every time my husband is trying to annoy me (even jokingly), I say, “No! You can’t do that! I’m gestating!” And I melodramatically throw myself down on the couch, clutching my abdomen protectively, to ensure the safety of our precious morula.

All joking aside, this exchange belies my true feelings about this cycle. Usually, I’m skeptical that a cycle could have worked, but there’s always a piece of me that can’t resist interpreting every twinge, every smptom, every sign. Usually, even though I won’t say it out loud, there’s a piece of me that is shocked when I inevitably cave, pee on a stick, and see a sea of white where there *should* be a second line. Even in my sixth IUI, when no one, not even my doctor, thought it was going anywhere – the cycle that was doomed to fail (but resulted in an HOM pregnancy instead) – even then, I thought there was a chance, even though I wouldn’t admit it out loud.

But this time I simply cannot wrap my brain around the possibility that this cycle has any possibility of ending well. I don’t have even the smallest bit of hope. SuperDoc is heading out of the country for 2 1/2 weeks, and he’s leaving before my beta happens. I’m devastated by this, which is ridiculous, but there you go. I never claimed to be rational, and I’m sure the copious amounts of estrogen and PIO aren’t helping matters. Anyway, I’ve made an appointment for a follow up consult with SuperDoc for the first week of July – right after SuperDoc gets back. I figure that way we can talk about where to go from here, because clearly something’s gotta give.

Sigh.

I hope I eat my words, but I just… I’m not counting on it. I’m really not asking for platititudes. I can’t handle them, really. they won’t make me feel better. All I need now is to just … get from point A to point B.

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I know it will shock you all to hear this, but… none of my little buggers made it to the freezer.

I’m … well, I suppose on one level I am upset that I can’t seem to make decent embryos (though I do know that my clinic has really high standards for freezing embryos). But on the other hand, I’m incredibly relieved that I’m not being faced with a $1300 cryopreservation bill that I really don’t have the money for right now.

Well, you know? I suppose there’s always the possibility that George, Jr. will just stick around and this will all be a moot point, right?

Um. Yeah.

My buddy Barren asked when I start peeing on sticks. I hope I don’t. I’m just not sure I can deal with the neurosis, the hope, the devastation, the rationalizing, the maybes (maybe it’s too early, maybe it’s a dud stick, maybe I should try another brand, maybe, maybe, maybe).

I’m sure I’ll cave. I have, after all, a pile of the internet EPTs in the bathroom cabinet. How could a girl truly resist?

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The phone call from SuperDoc on Day 4 explaining the outlook and the options. The apologetic tone in his voice. The determination to push forward. The sense that maybe things aren’t quite as perfect as he’d like them to be. I feel like I’ve lived this life before. I’ve been down this path, I know where it leads, and it doesn’t lead to the perfect single embryo transfer on Day 5.

In fact, that’s pretty much what SuperDoc told me this morning. Things looked “great” on Day 2, but apparently not so great on Day 3, and even less so on Day 4 (today).

Embryo #: Day 2 Report: Day 3 Report: Day 4 Report:
1 2 cell, no fragmentation 4 cell, no fragmentation 6 cell
2 2 cell, no fragmentation 4 cell, no fragmentation 4 cell, no change
3 2 cell, no fragmentation 4 cell, no fragmentation 6 cell
4 2 cell, no fragmentation 3 cell, 15% fragmentation 8 cell
5 4 cell, no fragmenation 4 cell, no change 4 cell, no change
6 4 cell, no fragmentation 4 cell, no change 7 cell
7 4 cell, no fragmentation 4 cell, no change 4 cell, no change
8 4 cell, no fragmentation 6 cell, uneven growth compacting embryo

Note, SuperDoc gave me no information about fragmentation – but said that the embryo quality today wasn’t nearly as promising as he’d hoped. He believes that we’ll likely have a [singular] good quality blastocyst to transfer – but he thinks it is unlikely that we will have it by tomorrow and that I’ll more likely be pushed to a Day 6 transfer.

This seems to be a chronic problem of mine – the slow growing embryos. This is the same thing that happened to me last time, essentially. By Day 4, I should pretty much be looking at morulas. I should have had 6-8 cells on Day 3. The reason that clinics don’t do Day 4 transfers (usually) is that it’s difficult to differentiate quality between morulas, so they let the morulas mature to blastocysts by Day 5. But it’s unlikely that my almost-morula (Embryo #8) is going to be a blast by tomorrow (Day 5). It’ll need the extra day. This is the same thing that happened last time. I did end up with two blasts on Day 6 (none on Day 5), but one was clearly the winner. None of my 9 embryos in IVF#1 made it to freeze. None. It is unlikely that any of these 8 will either.

So what do you do about slow-growing embryos? Not much. According to Dr. Licciardi, from NYU Fertility Center, they really don’t know what to do about it. They’ll try different things in the protocol to see if it fixes anything, but they never know whether it was the change in protocol that fixed the slow growth issue, or whether it was just luck. Probably just luck.

Since we’ve always known that PCOS isn’t my sole issue with getting (and staying) pregnant, it makes me wonder whether my slow-growing embryos contribute to the issue. But then again, maybe they’re only slow growing in a lab. This is one of those places where the science is simply too immature to help answer these questions. We just don’t know. So we keep trying.

I have long said that I am grateful to live in a time when the science and the medicine have reached a point that I know, with a reasonable degree of certainty that I can get pregnant with assistance. I went through five years of infertility, countless monitored cycles, 11 medicated cycles, 6 IUIS, and a late miscarriage before having my beautiful babies. But a hundred years ago, even fifty years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to push through all of that knowing that there was always a next step available to me. There just wouldn’t have been options (regarding getting pregnant, that is), period.

I am incredibly grateful that I live in a time where the science and medicine are so advanced. But I think it bears noting that we are still in the (pardon the pun) infant stages of this research. We have so far to go before we really understand how a lot of the embryo development works. How and why certain embryos are more likely to implant than others. Why, in the absence of chromosomal abnormalities, killer cells, a clotting disorder, etc., recurrent miscarriages occur. It is important to recognize and appreciate how far we have come … but also to recognize how far we have to go to ensure that our sons and daughters, grandsons and grandaughters, friends and families have less heartache and more hope.

I have hope that we’ll have a little George, Jr. on Day 6 this cycle. And that George, Jr. will want to cozy on up and stick around until 40 weeks gestation and make his or her appearance into the world. I have hope that this will be the case.

But I am also making plans. A girl needs to make plans, you know. I’m making plans to start my next cycle in August. It will be my last covered at YOFC. I wonder whether I’ll need to use the category, “IVF#3” in my blog posts. I hope not, but I’m making my plans, just in case, because that’s what I do.

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