Dealing with “unexplained infertility” and IVF; using colorful language and semi-colons. This isn’t a “journey.” It’s running the fucking gauntlet.
I gave myself the Ovidrel shot: the trigger shot. In 36 hours, Tuesday morning, I’ll undergo the extraction procedure to remove all those happy little oocytes from my ovaries. With any luck, we’ll get a fair number.
A friend of mine announced this morning via Facebook that she is pregnant. I am happy for her: I know she has struggled with getting pregnant a second time after her kid was born 10ish years ago. So on the one hand, I liked the post: what else am I going to do…
The women who have undergone IVF always tell you: you never know.