IVF#3* is officially a giant failure. We're knocking back the beer and hanging tight until we figure out the next plan. We have some frozen embryos to get through, though we don't have much faith in them at this point. We've brought home 10% of the embryos we put in my uterus. We've lost 80% of the embryos that became babies. After ridiculous amounts of testing, the official diagnosis is 'bad luck'. Hurrah.
*History in Cliff's Notes: IVF#1 = twins, one surviving (healthy toddler!), one miscarried FET#1 = miscarriage FET#2 = BFN IVF #2 = twins, one M/C at six weeks, one terminated at 14.5 weeks due to triploidy (100% fatal - 69 chromosomes instead of 46)
Thanks so much, ladies. It's definitely been a rough go. We know we've been exceptionally lucky in the IF world, to even have one kiddo from all of that.
Still. It's hard, and we can't shake the feeling that our family just isn't complete yet. She was never supposed to be an only child, and that missing person is almost tangible.
I'm starting to get nervous about how this will play out. I know that we're probably down to our last couple chances, and that idea just makes me feel so sick.
Rex, I'm to head in on CD2 to start planning. It'll be complicated if we try to go ahead this month, because my RE will be on vacation for the last half of the month. If I have cysts from last cycle I'll likely need to be on BCP for a month or two. So of course I'll have cysts.