Sorry for the silence. Not sure what's accounting for it...I've been very busy, but that's no excuse. I think I've been a bit down in the dumps with a birthday ending in zero earlier this month that really funked me out. I survived (helped by Will lovingly whisking me away to Miami Beach that weekend - thank you, Will). Life goes on.
Although my heart really isn't in it, we made the decision to proceed with a frozen embryo transfer, so that I didn't waste the Depot Lupron I'd taken for two months thinking we were headed for a donor cycle. So I'm in the midst of daily Lupron and estrogen patches and acupuncture. I'm off ALL caffeine, including chocolate, caffeine-free sodas, and decaffeinated products (God help me). We even went back to the reproductive immunologist and so I'm on baby aspirin and I'll be starting lovenox and prednisone soon. As well as doing my first infusion of IVIG. In addition to the Denver recommendation for folks with recurrent miscarriage of pepcid and claritin. So no shortage of drugs to try to make things work.
In the meantime, we've got two lovely potential egg donors in the midst of testing. So far things look promising for both of them, but we'll see...
Frozen embryo transfer is scheduled in Denver for Thursday, Feb. 9. I wish I felt more optimistic, but maybe that would be crazy. This is my ninth transfer, after all, and still no kids. But you never know, right?
I thought it would feel better than it does to be doing something. But yeah, well...not really. Still, maybe it would feel worse not to be moving forward with something? Probably.
More to come, maybe even some hope if I can drum it up.
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