I’ve had another break from blogging, mostly because I’ve had nothing new to say. I’m still not pregnant.
BUT we have new hope as today we began the next step of our (in)fertility journey.
8 weeks ago we had our first appointment at the fertility clinic. I was sent for more bloods to retest my FSH and prolactin levels and was also sent for a HSG test to check that my fallopian tubes are open. I was terrified that something would be wrong but luckily all of those came back clear.
Of course I’m elated that everything seems ok but at the same time it means I’ve been diagnosed with the dreaded “unexplained infertility”. Shockingly, I’m not alone. A third of women are not given a reason for not being able to conceive. That number seems absurd to me. All those women who cannot get pregnant are not given a reason. It’s just emotional torture.
So we were given two choices: IUI or IVF. IVF?? I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. This is me, who has wanted babies as long as she can remember, being told that she might have to have IVF to get pregnant. No surprise, the tears flowed. I was just so overwhelmed that we were even having this conversation. The surreal experience only continued as we headed to Costa to discuss the options and weigh up the pros and cons. It was the strangest latte I’ve ever had. We were potentially deciding how we would make our baby. I just wasn’t expecting it.
But anyway, there we were. So we opted for the IUI (Intrauterine insemination) mainly due to the fact that it is less invasive. Although the chances of success are half that of IVF (25% after three attempts of IUI vs 50% of one round of IVF), it is far less intense and could work by bypassing the cervix, if that is the problem.
And that’s where we’re at. We have an appointment in a few weeks to discuss the next steps and we should get started straight away.
As I write this, Emma Willis: Delivering Babies is on the TV and I’m dreaming of the day that it is me holding that little bundle of joy.
2019 will be our year!