Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 35. It was a good birthday yesterday. Today, it all went straight to hell.
I had my follow-up with Dr. Cool and his merry band of medical students and fellows. The end result is that he recommends IVF because we had a bad SA once 2 years ago and my progesterone was low & my FSH was high once two years ago. We're now considered both male & female factor, even though all other numbers have been fine in subsequent tests. The only good news is that he doesn't recommend clo.mid at all. Thank goodness for small miracles. I'll take those where I can find them.
I'm in shock and have cried a lot of tears this afternoon. He uses ARC for most of his patients. This would seem to be wonderful at first look until the fact that any woman that has had a miscarriage cannot be funded through their main programs and can only do a fertility loan through them. I was actually excited about the fact that this could happen until I found the application that listed their requirements on it. Then the little bubble of hope popped.
P spent some time looking around and wants to think about grants and loans which is fine. I just feel completely and utterly discouraged at this point. I had hoped that we would have gotten unexplained and told to have lots of fun in the bedroom and that IVF would only be a possibility if that didn't work.
We'll probably spend quite a bit of time over the next several days talking about what are options are and what we want to do. I'm sure there will be many tears and even more wine.
I don't want this to end without a child, but I'm starting to wonder if it isn't in the cards for us. I'm wondering if one day we'll decide that we aren't going to try anymore and that there will be no babies to call me Mom, that I'll be child-free.
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