Welcome (Back) to Hollewood! Now for the moment you’ve been waiting for (or perhaps never, ever thought about)…is this a baby blog? The short answer is yes, someday, it will be. The long answer is actually pretty long.
Eric and I started trying to have a baby after I finished graduate school (the 2nd time) in May 2012. We had no reason to believe anything was amiss, and proceeded in the usual way. In January 2013, we found out we were pregnant! Unfortunately, our joy only lasted about three days before I realized I was miscarrying. Miscarriages are actually quite common (ask around) and we didn’t think much of it. I was only 6 weeks.
In May I thought I might be pregnant again, but wasn’t. I went to the doctor, she ran some tests, and determined I was hypothyroid and put me on Levothyroxine. Some miscarriages stem from issues with the mother’s thyroid, so this was a step in the right direction. We decided to just live our life and see what happens. I visited a physical therapist for Mayan Abdominal Massage and set up acupuncture appointments (thank you, livingsocial). Also, we chose to run another marathon (#8 for me and #3 for Eric!) in the meantime.
Eric bravely manned up and went and got his sperm tested over the summer at the urging of some of our friends who have also gone down this road. His soldiers are mostly fine, but some of them aren’t swimmin’ too good. Still, he’s not shooting blanks. That’s not the problem.
In August I was certain I was pregnant again, but tests showed that I wasn’t. I’m not much of a hypochondriac, worrier, or overly emotional person, but I began to think something was wrong. We are so healthy. Why was it taking us more than a year to conceive? Our marathon was September 14th, and we scheduled an appointment at the fertility clinic for shortly after. Incidentally, running a marathon has nothing to do with anything, for me. I’ve been running for 11 years and I run slowly and injury-free.
We entered the fertility clinic consultation appointment as fairly typical clients: young 30s, active, healthy. Our doctor recommended a usual course of treatment: “super-sperm” vitamins for Eric, blood work and ultrasounds for me. But something I said about my cycle (I don’t need to be too graphic here) intrigued the doctor and he immediately ordered me to have a hysteroscopy (NOT a hysterectomy! No removals) and a detailed ultrasound with saline. He was sure I had fibroids. I don’t. Oh, and those saline procedures…painful. Very. I cried.
Blood work revealed I tested positive for MTHFR, a fairly common genetic disorder that has to do with folic acid (which we all know is responsible for promoting baby brain growth). But not a sole culprit of infertility. Another medicine: Folgard.
November. Back to the fertility clinic to meet with the doctor and discuss our options. He also gave us some news that was nice to hear in person rather than over the phone from a nurse. As it turns out, my eggs are old. 32 years old! Beard of Zeus! Yet, it’s true. And my eggs, they’re not as plentiful as they once were. The doctor tells us our best bet will be…IVF. [IVF=In Vitro Fertilization; sperm meets egg in a petri dish, fertilized eggs get implanted in the uterus.] We can try IUI, but it won’t give us our best chance. [IUI=Intrauterine Insemination; basically a glorified turkey baster.] Or we can keep trying at home, but if I do get pregnant, what if something happens again and we don’t know about the pregnancy right from the very beginning? The odds are pretty slim we can create a viable baby on our own.
The cost difference between IUI and IVF is about $20,000. Yep. Twenty. Thousand. Dollars. So, we’re probably going to go with the economy package first. I mean, I don’t throw away wrinkly five-cent jalapenos. Of course we’ll go the discount route when trying to have a baby. So that’s the story of why this still isn’t a baby blog, but kind of is. I’ll update when there’s updates. Otherwise, Eric and I are just fine. It seems that we know a statistically impossible number of couples dealing with fertility issues, so we don’t feel alone. We’re very hopeful.