We have both been blessed with 2 children apiece from our younger years. By "younger" I mean teenage (arguably the reproductive) years which means two things... 1) We were too young to have a clue and 2) We had them with people we strongly disagree with their parenting abilities, and that's putting it nicely.
When we met, he had been through unsuccessful infertility treatment with his ex wife (not mother of kids) and wanted so badly to have a baby that he could experience and raise. Having gotten pregnant twice without even trying, I thought it would be a piece of cake. HA!
Month after month after loooooong month AF kept rearing her ugly head. 18 months later, we're in the RE office being given the options for our situation. We opted to go straight to the IVF since it seemed to bypass a lot of poking and prodding and got straight to the point.
My poor DH having to deal with his DW's hormonal rollercoaster! Lupron gave me instant headaches, the Barvelle w/ Menopur just sucked, and I just couldn't help myself when I felt like screaming like a madwoman for absolutely no reason, though I tried desperately to make a point out of nothing
!And now such a short time later, here we are... waiting for the nurse to call and let me know how many of the 12 fertilized eggs have made it to day 3, which is tomorrow. I feel we only have so many fertilized thanks to ICSI (due to low motility), which I have no idea if that makes any difference... I'm afraid that ICSI will get them fertilized, but less will make it to the transfer.
Besides my concerns about the embryos, I am in more pain than I had anticipated post retrieval and nothing seems to help.
I'm hoping someone that's going through, or been through, a similar situation can shed some light.
Any thoughts or ideas would be greatly appreciated!
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