he is being promoted to the job of big brother!!
Here are the details:
Because of the conversation that we had with the doctor in February (see post here), we decided that we needed to start on IVF quickly. So, my parents paid for the procedure, and we ordered the medicine and got the ball rolling.
I called the office, and they said that their embryonic lab was going to be closed for a week and a half.
They were able to start my medicine so that everything would work with the lab. The original calendar they gave me said that the due date would be the day after my birthday. That is funny, because before we had the talk with Dr. Blauer, we had decided that we would put off IVF so that we didn't have to have a baby in December. Oh well.
I did the whole process of getting the shots every night, and taking over-the-counter medicine every morning and night. We had to go to Utah to be watched for the weekend (left on Sunday), and then go back on Tuesday for the egg retrieval, and then back on Friday for the transfer. We were exhausted. It was a long week. And Davis spent a lot of time with my parents (thanks, Mom and Dad!)
We went in for egg retrieval on a Tuesday. On my calendar, it said that it would be on Wednesday. I asked the doctor if that meant everything was pushed forward a day. He said yes. So the due date would be my birthday! During the egg retrieval, they got six eggs, which we were excited for. Two of them fertilized, which was also good. So we scheduled the transfer for Friday, and expected to have two eggs transferred. (Even though on our paperwork, we said that we wanted three. Oh well.)
We went in on Friday, and were told that one of our eggs had died. So, we only had one to transfer. And the egg was "fair." Chris asked the doctor after the procedure what the chances of me being pregnant from the procedure were. He said 10-15%. We surely wanted better odds. Here is (one of) the cutest embroys ever:
The Sunday of General Conference, I started bleeding. I was devastated. Bleeding is NOT what you want to happen, especially only one week into the two week waiting period. My mom encouraged me to keep taking my progesterone, which I did. I called the nurse the next day. She said that 30% of people who do IVF and bleed like me are still able to hold the pregnancy. So, with the 10% chance of it working, and the 30% chance of it still working after bleeding, my chances were about 3%.
I decided that I was not pregnant. I went shopping for a cute Easter outfit for myself. I enrolled in some online classes. I was thinking about what to do to console myself.
On Thursday, I went in for a blood test. This was just going to confirm that I was not pregnant. Then I was going to be able to take ibuprofen to cure my headache that I had since I started bleeding, and was getting sick of. I was preparing a lesson for my young women on Sunday, and I decided to call the Reproductive Care Center, because my other doctor's office didn't have a nurse that could talk to me. I asked the nurse if she had the results yet.
She went to check the fax machine. She got back on the phone and said, "I have some good news for you. You are pregnant." I could not believe my ears. I was in complete shock. I called my husband immediately (the people at his work said that he was literally jumping up and down and yelling, "YES! YES! YES!"). Then I called my mom. She was on the way out the door, and came to my house instead of running her errands.
We had a big celebration after hearing the news. Chris left his work early, and we went out to dinner with my parents.
Here's what we think about all this:
- Miracles still happen. Quite often, especially in my life
- This baby is SUPPOSED to come in December, apparently close to my birthday