Unsuccessful FET #4

🌀 20th July 2019 marked one year since our silent miscarriage.

{One whole entire year , gosh where the heck did those 365 days go??.}

22nd July 2019 we embarked upon another attempt at trying to conceive.

Our 4th effort.

This round was another natural (no hormones) frozen embryo transfer.

Nice and simple.

But at the same time pressure was  mounting.

Not only being our very last frozen embryo in storage…..

Just days before the transfer, I came down with a sneaky sore throat.

Naively thinking this was a one off. I dismissed it as nothing and gargled salt water in hopes to rid of any nasties.

But woke the next morning, crook as a dog.

Dam it!!!!

Terribly concerned I rang the nurses at the fertility clinic to ask for advice.

Nurse Michelle told me “as long as you don’t have a fever, it should be fine to proceed with the transfer ” and she finished with saying “But try not to get any worse!”

Great!

This cycle wasn’t a good start from the get go.

Remembering back, this little Embaby was a slow grower in the lab … while the others embryos developed to a 10 cell on day 3 after fertilization, this little one was only a 5 cell. Grade 3AB.

Being in two minds about my current situation I remained cautiously optimistic.

Made it to transfer day with only minor flu like symptoms and no high temperature.

The procedure went without a hitch and was all done in 5 minutes.

On the drive back home I nearly side swiped a taxi,  due to my own negligence.

Evading confrontation. Made it safely back, wiped the sweat from my brow and plonked down on the lounge.

This was just the beginning of a whirlwind two week wait ahead.

Had an inkling not to go ahead with this cycle during a mercury retrograde.

Even my mum an (astrologer) suggested waiting.

Should have listened but waiting is not my forte right now.

A summary of the first couple days during the 2WW:

I became terribly unwell with some kind of weird head cold- lost my voice completely.

Had a total communication breakdown with the one person who’s supposed to be my rock during all of this.

The company I work for constructed a new budget and decided to cut my hours in half.

Ended up in hospital with a head injury a day after the transfer.

Our family doctor of 9 years unexpectedly took leave for 6 months, forging us to start from scratch with an unfamiliar GP.

Relief staff that were supposed to cover my shifts during my period off to “relax” weren’t turning up to work.

Manager frantically relying on me to take on her responsibility’s.

Screw You universe I thought.

4 days past embryo transfer I was totally overwhelmed and far to sick to deal with any thing.

It’s no surprise that 7 days past transfer aunt flow came with the vengeance.

 

This time I felt numb no tears just disappointment.

But some how deep In my bones I know it’s going to be okay.

Fortunately I’m lucky to be in a position where I’m able to financially afford to have another crack at doing this.

Each attempt Has literally helped me become a healthier and better educated incubator.

I’m actually looking forward to moving forward.

Have left the self pity party behind and jumped back on the self love wagon heading towards the future.

Next appointment with our specialist is the 13/8/19

Only a few days away.

Yay!

Really excited this time around.

Bring it on

IVF got this baby!