The time away from medication has been a delight. Over the past 7 weeks, I have felt my body deflate from the bloating, my mind rest from the thoughts and my heart calm down from the emotions. I am moving back to what feels normal again and I am grateful for the breath of fresh air. It is indeed a much-needed break.
For the most part, I feel calm about our journey. I know we are in the process of gathering information for our next steps and know that we will be at peace whatever we decide.
Do we go for IVF or do we begin the process of adoption? The golden question with an unclear answer at this point.
My heart does hurt to have a family. I was with my little nephews and it stirs my heart to want to have some of my own little people to help guide, grow, nurture, and teach.
Yes, exhausting as it seems to be, my heart is slowly nudging me in the direction of having kids and seeing the abundance of life that comes with having them in my life.
This process is a messy one and I don’t expect to have it all figured out before the little ones come, but I do see that I am more prone to want a family than not, and this is something I cannot ignore.
When we started this journey back in December 2014 (that’s when we pulled the goalie, so to speak), I thought I wasn’t ready and needed to get a better job that had more flexible hours that would support me working from home. I was kicking myself for not choosing a better major in college or career path after college that would support me being a working mom. Why couldn’t I make more money to be able to work fewer hours a week?
I began trying to change my life in order to fit the kids I was hoping to have… and what I have found is all these new adventures in trying to figure it out has left me putting the cart before the horse. Maybe it’s time to just slow down my ‘figure it out’ side of my brain and just relax.
I always hear relaxing is what helps people get pregnant. Might this be a key ingredient I have been missing?
Simplifying my life and slowing my mind down.
My entire life has been a to-do list, moving from one stage of my life to the next, packing in as many experiences as possible in each season. Might this be a season for me to take things off my plate and just ‘be’ for a while?
Letting go of the commitments I love to be apart of might be more painful than not being able to get pregnant, but what if this is going to help me become pregnant?
Maybe all the things I’m committed too need to be put on hold for now and can be picked back up later, when these little humans have arrived and are napping, playing, or at school.
I haven’t been willing to really change, until now. (I hope).
My heart swelled with emotion as I saw my nephews playing mixed with the background of other families engaging in laughter while the little ones shouted ‘look at me, dad’ from the distance.
Will I get to experience this? Am I too late?
Sometimes it feels as though I have missed the boat and I will never be ‘there’. It’s easy for me to wallow in the ‘if only’s’ and the ‘why not’s’.
Why is this road so much longer than other people around me? Why didn’t the medicated cycles work for us?
The WHY’s never really seemed to be wise questions to ask.
Would they work if we give it another couple of rounds?
Thankfully, at least for today, I feel at peace knowing that the medicated cycles are not an option for us anymore. I know we gave it a good try and with Dr. G’s support, we are moving on from that.
It’s time for the next level, may it be IVF or adoption, and the next level of surrender in my own life. I can’t do it all right now and the tears are flowing a little more often now, as I desire a family.
Even though I am scared, I am beginning to look at having kids as an opportunity for adventure and growth instead of a scary unknown. Maybe it really is the best thing that will happen to me. I have got to give this a shot because my heart hurts too much not to.
It’s been a month of healing for me. Not having to think about my body being in the tip-top condition for a life to begin, I worked out as much as I wanted and enjoyed being fully present with my current status in life.
There was a second about 2 weeks into this month where I pondered tracking and trying to get pregnant, but quickly let that thought go as I’m exhausted.
It’s been tiring tracking and plotting, waiting and hoping.
I am amazed that we are over a year into this fertility journey of medication and doctors manipulating my body and cycle for optimum results.
I really didn’t think I would be here, still.
When I was 16, my OBGYN said it would be a long road to become pregnant, but I certainly didn’t expect this.
Call it my eternal sunshine, but I can’t help but have hope that God will work a miracle in our lives.
I choose to believe that he is continuing to write an incredible story that will show his love and provision. Not to mention, that he is using this to teach me about his faithfulness and all-knowing nature.
The thought has crossed my mind many times.
We have prayed and shown up for all the fertility options given by our doctors.
This past round, my girlfriends spent time intentionally praying for God’s will to be done. Tears streamed down my face as they surrounded me in prayer and love.
I really believed that it was possible that we would be pregnant.
When the pregnancy test was negative, I felt a sort of calm, knowing God had answered—Not Now.
I don’t think I want to continue with medicated cycles.
What? That doesn’t make sense. I have been doing this for a long enough time to know that I don’t have control over getting pregnant, regardless how much I try… and yet, there is some part of my brain that still thinks that my decision to take medication means I will get pregnant.
Have I placed too much of my hope in medicine and not enough in the power of nature?
In my depths, I know I’m ready to move on from medicated cycles.
Am I to move onto adoption and put the desires of my heart in having my own bio kids aside for now?
Hubby and I looked into a couple of adoption options. We had some interviews with international agencies. I met with a girlfriend who was just matched after 18 months of waiting for a domestic adoption.
I guess I’m ready to move on?
I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right, yet.
Adoption will be a part of our story, at least I think it will. But is there another way to have our own bio kids?
I have friends who have gone and are going, through it.
Their insurance covers some of it.
In fact, if we were to go down the road of IVF, we would have to look for new insurance coverage because the one we are on would not cover an IVF pregnancy.
When it comes to IVF though, there are numerous stories- many successful, some not.
The price is astounding for me.
We begin to do our research… all options near and far.
We have looked into International IVF- learning that the clinics in Barbados, Mexico, Czech, Spain, and Israel are pretty reputable.
The cost is much less, which is easier to stomach and in fact, the prices quoted are less than what we have spent this past year on the medicated cycles.
It seems like such a big decision.
Traveling to another country is a bit daunting to me for this type of procedure. In fact, it’s almost turning me off, thinking the issues wrapped up with the travel piece is not worth it for me. The timing has to be perfect and there are a few unknown factors that I would hate to miss.
Imagine- flying across the border, or the Atlantic, just to learn that there weren’t enough eggs to pull, or there weren’t enough viable embryos to use. What would we do? Fly back to the States, and rebook a trip the following month to fly back across the Pond in hopes that the next time is better?
I don’t know. This one is a little more of a decision that might take some getting used to, not to mention a major nudge confirming this is the right next step.
We will continue to research options and find the right fit for this step.