7 weeks 5 days

We are pregnant! We did another round of IUI in June and it was successful!

On my last post, I said I was tired and would be taking a break from fertility treatments, and we did. We took a break for three months. On the last few weeks of May, I told my husband that I think I was ready to go for another round in June and so I emailed my RE.

My period started June 1st, we did our ultrasound, Letrozole, another ultrasound to confirm a mature follicle was there, hcg shot, and IUI. And then the two week wait…

Unlike our past rounds of treatment, I was less stressed about this one, if it's successful – great; if not – try again. Towards the end of the two-week-wait, my husband and I went on a little vacation for four days and just enjoyed Mother Nature. On the last day of our trip (day 13 of the wait), I noticed some red/pink spots when I wiped, so I told my husband, uh oh, period is starting. He just said, just think positive.

When we arrived home, I bought two boxes of HPTs (yes, I'm OCD like that), since I'm supposed to test the following day. I didn't think too much of it, just did the usual stuff the rest of the day. When my husband left for work that night, I felt the urge to pee on a stick, even though I knew that it might be too early. I told myself, if it's negative, you're not supposed to test until tomorrow anyway. Lol.

So, peed on a stick, set it down on the floor. And then voila! It was positive! BFP! I never thought I'd say that but yes! Took a picture and immediately sent it to my husband. I told him that if it's still positive tomorrow, I'll inform our RE and then go to the lab.

Morning came… still positive!!! We are pregnant! Again! We have our rainbow baby! (Okay technically not a baby yet, but whatever). We are so happy and blessed!

<1%

So, our ob-gyn explained to the the hubs and me that she would still need to order a progesterone test once I get a (+) OPK. During our consult, she explained (quite thoroughly, tbh) that women with PCOS often have (+) OPK results, but not ovulate. I told her that since being off the patch, I’ve been getting high and peak results on the OPK.

On the day of the (+) OPK, I sent an email to Dr. M. I was really optimistic! All of our blood tests were okay. There shouldn’t be a reason that we’re not pregnant yet.

And then came the progesterone test result…

My level came out at .2 ng/dL; standard range => 10 ng/dL post-ovulation. That means, I didn’t ovulate and I’m probably a guy all along (trying to see some humor here, pardon me).

I received an email from Dr. M, confirming what I’ve read so far. She explained that with my level, there’s <1% chance of getting pregnant on our own. I couldn’t help but cry. My dear husband tried to console me and said that that’s why we’re getting help.

Let’s see what happens next…

TTC

I never thought I’d want kids of my own. Sure, I love kids – but I love them more when I’m able to return them to their ‘owner’. I’m good at taking care of my godchildren and nieces/nephews; but at the end of the day, I’m thankful for the peace and solitude and even more thankful that I can sleep in after a tiring day.

Then I got married. My husband and I – we both didn’t want children before we got married. And then something happened. I don’t know if it’s my biological clock ticking or seeing my husband’s longing face while we were watching the Jason Bateman/Jennifer Aniston movie The Switch or something else. Suddenly, I want to have a child with the man I love. And even more suprisingly, my husband said yes – he even already had a name for our yet-to-be-conceived child.

So, I stopped wearing the patch and we tried timing our BDing. Nothing. Ever the paranoid and impatient one, I emailed my attending ob-gyn and asked if maybe I should be checked. We were advised to wait 6 months until the side effects of the patch have worn off. So, I waited. Month after month. On the very first day of the 6th month, I sent another email, this time, as a 36 year old woman. I received a reply from the subsitute ob-gyn that since I’m already 36 years old, she’ll refer me to the fertility clinic.

And so begins our TTC journey…