We told ourselves when we first started this blog that we were going to keep things upbeat and not dwell on the negativity of our situation. We didn’t want our posts to be invitations to a pity party. We read posts with #InfertiltySucks and decided we didn’t want to beat down our readers, or ourselves, with that message. But you know what? Infertility does suck. And if I’m going to be real about what we’re going through, then I need to tell you about those days when everything hits like a ton of bricks. Today was one of those days.
Brennen and I researched the heck out of IVF and the reproductive cycle when we first started fertility treatments in late 2015. We know more than we ever thought we would know about hormones, sperm, ovaries, eggs, embryos, etc. Moving into this next phase of our journey, we decided that first and foremost we need to get our bodies ready for reproduction before jumping into another round of IVF. The way we see it, when you’ve been labeled with “unexplained infertility” like we have, IVF is an expensive, emotional shot in the dark, so we need to do what we can do to shine a little light. So we’ve been researching! The plan is to take lots of vitamins, look into my endometriosis, and maybe try some acupuncture and other Eastern Medicine treatments.
So here we are with vitamins lined up on our counter and neatly arranged in my pill organizer, my case file ready to submit to the endometriosis center in Atlanta, and “The Infertility Cure” already worn in with dog-eared pages and highlights. We’ve read articles and books all along the way for the past year and had numerous discussions with our doctor, but no matter how helpful, they all have a common theme – fix Breanne. Then it hits me. Everything in our plan to get our bodies ready really means getting my body ready.
I’m the one with endometriosis plaguing my body. I’m the one who may have to undergo excision surgery.
I’m the one with the elevated Prolactin. I’m the one with the “fair” FSH levels.
I’m the one with bad eggs. I’m the one who takes three times as many vitamins, will go see an acupuncturist, and needs to change my diet to improve them.
I’m the one that caused us to have bad embryos.
I’m the one who couldn’t keep our one transferred embryo safe.
I’m the one…that’s broken.
I wrote that first part of the post this afternoon. It’s been sitting on my computer for hours while I contemplated what to say, how to wrap it up, and if I should even post it. On the brink of a trip to Memphis for a second opinion and a second round of treatments, my thoughts are weighing heavy. Again, I’m not looking for a pity party. I just want people to know it sucks. If I had waited until tomorrow, then maybe I could have ended this post on a high note, but today…I can’t. So I’ll just end with this… #InfertilitySucks .