The Frankenbaby Chronicles

Two girls, three cats, some frozen sperm, a doctor's office, and a big dream.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

One year ago today

One year ago today, the eggs and sperm that would become August Ruth and her twin sibling met in my fallopian tubes. It was the first and only IUI I would go to alone. Jen had her first day of work at her new job in Western Mass and we thought it best that she not ask for a pass on her very first day. (We originally thought we would be having IUIs over the weekend, since I usually had them around CD15). It was CD12, a Wednesday. It was National Coming Out Day.

This was possibly my last TTC attempt. I had tried three cycles of Clomid and three cycles of Follistim. Two Clomid cycles were a bust; one was cancelled because I wasn't ovulating early enough for my RE. Two Follistim cycles were also a bust, though I still believe FSH/IUI #2 did not contain follicles, but residual cysts. (My RE refused to do a CD3 scan or bloodwork.)

The RE we saw at The Baby Factory was a rather gruff, aggressive, arrogant man who was trying to essentially push us into IVF because we live in a mandatory insurance state and IVF brings in higher success rates and big dollars. We weren't ready to commit to IVF; we weren't sure we ever wanted to do IVF. We knew we didn't want to do IVF with him regardless.

After FSH/IUI #2 was a complete and total disappointment, I called and insisted to speak with him and not a nurse. I called his secretary and scheduled a time for him to call me back. I threw a major hissy fit on the phone. He didn't like what I had to say but reluctantly agreed to be more aggressive on my next FSH/IUI after I told him that we would not be pursuing IVF and we were moving away after this try and this was my last chance.

I got the increased Follistim dose that I wanted and had four eager follicles rather than the one of previous cycles. I never felt so fertile in all of my life. We had optimism that we hadn't had since our very first try, as this was our birthday cycle and that had to count for something.

Our sweet baby girl has been growing and developing for a whole year now. Happy Conception Day, punk!

playing with my skwish


Blogger Lo said...

Happy happy!!

4:52 PM  
Blogger Co said...

Happy conception day to the Punk! It is kind of cool how so many of us TTCers actually can pinpoint conception to the day.

7:47 AM  
Blogger FosterMommy said...

Is it just me, or is that kinda weird? spooky?
Not in a bad way, I guess. Since we sit around figuring out approximately when Squeak was conceived, and what we were doing at various times in his gestation. Plus where we were when he was born (probably on an airplane!) and stuff like that.

It's cool that it was Nat'l Coming Out Day.

(Oh, and The Molecule! We love The Molecule!)

9:45 AM  
Blogger Jude said...

I don't think it's spooky, but it IS kind of weird to know like that, and to think about it. I guess it kind of shows how far we've come in the world of Mad Science!

The Skwish is my favoritest toy EVAR. I just want to play with it myself.

2:05 PM  
Blogger Kathryn - partner of Donna said...

Happy Conception Day

Lots of love

Trinity xxxx

7:27 AM  
Anonymous oneofhismoms said...

Sigh. It' enough to make a TTC woman on quite-possibly-her-last try a little hopeful.

I'm so glad it worked for you!

3:53 PM  

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