My father was an only child whose parents had him later in life and who both had no living extended family in the area to speak of. My mother died when I was a baby, and her family (consisting of three brothers and one sister) have lived scattered around the world all my life. With all that going on, the only blood female relatives I’ve ever known are my paternal grandmother who passed away in 1998 and a maternal aunt who I met just one time fifteen years ago.
Maternal Aunt recently moved back to the area after living out west for decades. I went to visit Aunt yesterday and to finally meet my cousin—her daughter—who is literally the only blood cousin I have. As we visited, the topic of kids inevitably came up. Aunt said she just assumed that DH and I simply didn’t want any kids. I was very honest with Aunt and Cousin without getting too detailed, telling them the basics about our current journey through IF treatment. In the course of conversation, it turns out Cousin (who has three young children) also has severe stage IV endometriosis, and because of this, achieved two of her pregnancies through IVF. In addition, Cousin is also a cystic fibrosis carrier, so when I told her I was too it solved a big part of the puzzle for them as to whose side of the family CF runs on (even so, not a huge deal because no one’s ever been diagnosed with it in the family history). While I wouldn’t wish IF on my worst enemy, there is some comfort in knowing there’s a family connection and talking with a real person who’s been down the IF treatment road.
What struck me most (and made me laugh to myself) was how us hopefully-mamas-to-be-struggling with IF have absolutely no qualms or discomfort or sense of conversational boundaries when it comes to our IF stories and treatment. I mean, who else in the universe except women who have been through infertility can sit around a restaurant table—barely knowing one another—and feel totally casual and normal discussing semen analysis, follicles, ovaries, ovulation, IUIs, gynecologists, or when they DTD?
Moving on. Today was another Dr. B visit. And it was wonderful! Highlights:
- DH is not a cystic fibrosis carrier!
- I have a follicle! OMG! SO AWESOME! ***side note: As much as Dr. B tells me that OPKs are a waste of money and charting is a waste of time, I still continue doing both, and he cannot make me stop hehe. I truly don’t see the problem in either. I believe anything that helps a patient know her body better and gives her a sense of participating in her own treatment is a positive, not a negative.*** I had a smiley face on my OPK when I woke up today, so I was already pretty freakin happy about that. So when the 21 mm follicle showed up on the u/s this morning, even the ultrasound tech woman was marveling over it and congratulated me (which was sorta awkward. Like, I really didn’t do anything here, so how much credit can I take? Hmm.) My uterine lining was 9 mm, which she said was the minimum they like to see. She said OV is imminent in the next 48 hours. DH and I have been preparing for it since Sunday though, cause it’s better to be both late and early than to just be too late.
- My FSH was a 10. Dr. B said that was on the higher end of normal, but he seemed pretty happy about it nonetheless. I return on Thursday morning for another u/s and even more blood work (yech) to be sure I ovulated.
Update to follow.