Here we go again… today’s Day 13 of my cycle and we’re going to try and defrost one of our five guys and pop him in the (metaphorical) oven next week. I’m excited. We’re doing a natural cycle, which means I don’t need to take any drugs, but they still need to figure out exactly when I ovulate so they know the best time to put an embryo back in.
So far I’ve had two blood tests to see how my hormones are tracking. They’ve both come back low, which means it’ll be a few days yet of the human pin cushion. It’s likely I will need to have one every day from tomorrow until after I’ve ovulated. In a text book situation they put the embryo back on Day 19, but that presumes you ovulate on Day 14. Mine’s likely going to be a bit later than that.
It’s summer here where we live, and we’re supposed to be going camping in the weekend. There’s only one place that does urgent blood tests on a Sunday morning, and while its only 20 minutes away from our place, its an hour and a half away from our campsite. Damn! But! Perspective. Having to leave our camping trip half way through versus possibly having a child that we’ve been hoping for over three years now…
My colleague that used to sit next to me had her baby last week. I saw a lot of very pregnant photos of her on Facebook, in a bikini, at parties, that sort of thing. I felt twinges of sadness and “I wish that was me”, but what was hard was hearing that’d she had called her baby girl exactly the same name as we had pinned for a baby girl. And it is an unusual name too – the only one we agreed on.
It’s a bit of a pickle, really. Maybe it means that name was not meant to be. And who knows if we would still be as keen on it if we did eventually have a girl. Or maybe it means talking with her and explaining why we’d like to use that name too. Maybe we’ll have a boy one day and it will never matter!
Just another one of the less obvious things that people with secondary infertility face, I guess.
Anyway, back to the next couple of weeks. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.