Sometimes, you really *do* win the lottery
Oct 1, 2016 19:37:26 GMT
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Post by PNWMom on Oct 1, 2016 19:37:26 GMT
Remember that one time when I posted about doing IVF, and a troll came on weeks later to be trollish, and I ended up feeling really good in the end because there were like 7 pages of posts from supportive peas (most after I mentioned that my IVF had not been successful)?
So, that was the very end of July. My July embryo transfer was not successful, and my ovaries have already proven that they cannot be coaxed to make more eggs to try again for a biological child (took $5k worth of injections trying to make it happen, with pretty much zero response). But, I got over myself and we started moving along with our plan B of having my sister donate eggs. We are midway in that process, just waiting for her to get her psych eval (required for both couples by my clinic), then she can start meds and donate a few weeks later.
I really want to have a baby. My transfer did not work, and I took an additional pregnancy test the first week of August before going out of town for a long weekend, because I knew I would be drinking and I wanted to be sure. Totally negative. I have halfway convinced myself that I am clinically insane, because I keep making up symptoms and was utterly convinced that I was in fact pregnant. So, last Monday (the 19th), I took a pregnancy test when I came home from work. I'm an economical girl, so I had a test left over from my early August testing. The test came back bright blue positive. Which.....definitely can't be right....right? I ran downstairs to show my husband, whose exact response was 'well, that can't be right', same as me. I left a voicemail with my fertility clinic in a rush, because they were closed already for the day.
The next morning right at 7am, I called the clinic and explained my panic and they had me come in at 0945 for a blood draw, with promises to call me back in a few hours with my results. Over 5 hours later, they called. Dr Google had explained to my husband that this was probably a chemical pregnancy. There's no way I randomly got pregnant on my own (because of intense chemo, my ovarian function levels are normal for a 50 year old woman). I did not google, but I am an RN and have vague recollections of my maternity teaching back in RNing school, so I felt pretty confident in that, too.
I got the call finally at the very end of the day. My hcg level was 119,644. She said it was the highest they've ever seen (to be fair, they don't do hcg tests for women after just a few weeks of pregnancy). That raised my eyebrows a bit. The delay in calling me back was them going over my previous IVF results to see if they had somehow missed something. They didn't---my level had been zero in late July.
I was scheduled for an US the next day to see what the heck was up. To our utter shock, there was a little embryo in there with a beating heart, looking practically perfect in every way. They are still a little unsure on my dates, because we really don't have a period to go from, so I have another US on Monday to get a better idea of our dates. If things stay as they are, I am currently 9 weeks pregnant today.
If I was not an atheist, I might call this a miracle. As it is, I think I need to buy a lottery ticket. I've told my sisters and closest friends, but not my mom or anyone else. I have invited myself and my mom to my SIL's house next Saturday for a BBQ and plan to just silently hand them the US pictures and let the freaking out commence.
Fun little factoid......if our dates end up staying the same, I got pregnant pretty much the day that my IVF post on here was trolled.
Also--we are calling the embryo Katniss. It basically volunteered as tribute for it's sister, who did not make it through the IVF process. Not that I think my uterus is as hostile a place as the Hunger Games, but we needed to call it something, and my sister already had a Cletus the Fetus, so we had to improvise....
So, that was the very end of July. My July embryo transfer was not successful, and my ovaries have already proven that they cannot be coaxed to make more eggs to try again for a biological child (took $5k worth of injections trying to make it happen, with pretty much zero response). But, I got over myself and we started moving along with our plan B of having my sister donate eggs. We are midway in that process, just waiting for her to get her psych eval (required for both couples by my clinic), then she can start meds and donate a few weeks later.
I really want to have a baby. My transfer did not work, and I took an additional pregnancy test the first week of August before going out of town for a long weekend, because I knew I would be drinking and I wanted to be sure. Totally negative. I have halfway convinced myself that I am clinically insane, because I keep making up symptoms and was utterly convinced that I was in fact pregnant. So, last Monday (the 19th), I took a pregnancy test when I came home from work. I'm an economical girl, so I had a test left over from my early August testing. The test came back bright blue positive. Which.....definitely can't be right....right? I ran downstairs to show my husband, whose exact response was 'well, that can't be right', same as me. I left a voicemail with my fertility clinic in a rush, because they were closed already for the day.
The next morning right at 7am, I called the clinic and explained my panic and they had me come in at 0945 for a blood draw, with promises to call me back in a few hours with my results. Over 5 hours later, they called. Dr Google had explained to my husband that this was probably a chemical pregnancy. There's no way I randomly got pregnant on my own (because of intense chemo, my ovarian function levels are normal for a 50 year old woman). I did not google, but I am an RN and have vague recollections of my maternity teaching back in RNing school, so I felt pretty confident in that, too.
I got the call finally at the very end of the day. My hcg level was 119,644. She said it was the highest they've ever seen (to be fair, they don't do hcg tests for women after just a few weeks of pregnancy). That raised my eyebrows a bit. The delay in calling me back was them going over my previous IVF results to see if they had somehow missed something. They didn't---my level had been zero in late July.
I was scheduled for an US the next day to see what the heck was up. To our utter shock, there was a little embryo in there with a beating heart, looking practically perfect in every way. They are still a little unsure on my dates, because we really don't have a period to go from, so I have another US on Monday to get a better idea of our dates. If things stay as they are, I am currently 9 weeks pregnant today.
If I was not an atheist, I might call this a miracle. As it is, I think I need to buy a lottery ticket. I've told my sisters and closest friends, but not my mom or anyone else. I have invited myself and my mom to my SIL's house next Saturday for a BBQ and plan to just silently hand them the US pictures and let the freaking out commence.
Fun little factoid......if our dates end up staying the same, I got pregnant pretty much the day that my IVF post on here was trolled.
Also--we are calling the embryo Katniss. It basically volunteered as tribute for it's sister, who did not make it through the IVF process. Not that I think my uterus is as hostile a place as the Hunger Games, but we needed to call it something, and my sister already had a Cletus the Fetus, so we had to improvise....
So so happy for you!