Plans are underway. Consults accomplished. Appointment and testing requests in the works.
If routine tests confirm that everything looks normal with my body and my hormones (we have no reason to believe otherwise), then we are on the schedule for a two-week "vacation" to Chicago, beginning August 15, to begin a round of IVF all over again.
The protocol has changed a bit since the last time we went through this - no longer do they seek to accomplish stimulation, egg retrieval, PGD, and embryo transfer all in one action-packed three week span. Instead, they take you through retrieval, and then perform PGD and freeze the embryos instead of trying to rush toward transfer. Which means a shorter on-the-ground commitment in Chicago (better for Matt's and my work/vacation schedules), with a lower-stress FET cycle to happen at a future date.
One step at a time.
Already, our minds and hearts have slipped back into that willfully forgetful place where we don't think at all about the possibility of being pregnant, or the possibility of bringing a second child into our family. We merely are "the people who do IVF." As if this medical stuff were all just routine, everyday parts of our lives that happen with no particular consequence.
But the truth, of course, is that we want a baby. A playmate for Sam. Another tiny person to challenge us and make us tired all over again. IVF is hard. Parenting is hard. It is insane that anyone would want to do any of it all over again!
Love and family and the miracle of babies learning the world from scratch: these things make you insane.
So here we begin again, all over again.
If routine tests confirm that everything looks normal with my body and my hormones (we have no reason to believe otherwise), then we are on the schedule for a two-week "vacation" to Chicago, beginning August 15, to begin a round of IVF all over again.
The protocol has changed a bit since the last time we went through this - no longer do they seek to accomplish stimulation, egg retrieval, PGD, and embryo transfer all in one action-packed three week span. Instead, they take you through retrieval, and then perform PGD and freeze the embryos instead of trying to rush toward transfer. Which means a shorter on-the-ground commitment in Chicago (better for Matt's and my work/vacation schedules), with a lower-stress FET cycle to happen at a future date.
One step at a time.
Already, our minds and hearts have slipped back into that willfully forgetful place where we don't think at all about the possibility of being pregnant, or the possibility of bringing a second child into our family. We merely are "the people who do IVF." As if this medical stuff were all just routine, everyday parts of our lives that happen with no particular consequence.
But the truth, of course, is that we want a baby. A playmate for Sam. Another tiny person to challenge us and make us tired all over again. IVF is hard. Parenting is hard. It is insane that anyone would want to do any of it all over again!
Love and family and the miracle of babies learning the world from scratch: these things make you insane.
So here we begin again, all over again.
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