A recap, an epiphany & a bucket list

Inexplicably, I somehow didn’t update my blog with any of our IVF round 2 shenanigans. Very strange given that I so readily broadcast the most mundane updates of my reproductive system all over Instagram at every possible opportunity…. But for anyone who hasn’t already been inundated with the aforementioned, a quick recap of how it went down goes like this:

• 2 follicles responded (just like last time)

• 3 eggs were collected (just like last time)

• All 3 were mature (again, like last time)

• All 3 fertilised (ooh this is new)

• All 3 looked great at day 3 (hello, things are looking up…)

• All 3 became blastocysts at day 5 (thrilled at this)

• The best looking blast was transferred (even more thrilled at this)

• 1 of the other 2 remaining blasts was good enough to freeze (super duper thrilled at this)

And that’s when our luck changed…

• 6 days later I bled

• And 5 days after that, the pregnancy test came back negative

It has now been 6 weeks since the negative result and, quite without warning, the fiendish, summery clasp of August is upon us. It’s very hard to say why I continue to be so shocked at the arrival of a new month when I’ve been experiencing the very same calendar rotations on repeat since birth; but for reasons I am going to blame on TTC, I’m increasingly caught off guard every 28-31 days. And yes, I am still talking about the date here…

This particular August marks an unfortunate anniversary in our household – three years of trying to conceive (and I mean the “peeing on sticks and calculating ovulation” kind of trying – not just your casual “let’s throw caution to the wind and see what happens” trying). Three 😱 whole 🙄 years 😭. I’d seen the couple next door move in, tie the knot and pump out two perfect children in less time. Fertile f*ckers. In a parallel universe, perhaps we might’ve been friends – me and Mrs Next Door – maybe we would’ve spent these summer months chasing around our toddlers and swapping breastfeeding tips and complaining that none of our clothes fit but, tragically, I can only participate in the latter. Suffice to say, we haven’t become pals and I’m yet to find any common ground beyond our postcode.

A couple of weeks ago, shortly after Mrs Next Door returned from the hospital with the latest, beautiful addition to her brood, it dawned on me that I’d spent the whole of 2019 either doing IVF, preparing for it or recovering from it. More than half the year had passed in an emotional blur and all I had to show for it was a substantially larger waistline – courtesy of the hormone fluctuations and a newfound, sedentary lifestyle. In the wake of this realisation – and fuelled by a never ending supply of self-pity – I took a solemn look back on three year’s worth of expense, sacrifice and dedication to the cause. The boring job I’d accepted for the maternity benefits; the overseas wedding I’d missed because of the Zika Virus; the months and months of avoiding alcohol, caffeine, swimming, spinning, social events, trips abroad and job opportunities… Always believing that pregnancy and motherhood were waiting just around the corner for me when apparently, they were waiting for Mrs Next Door instead.

And that’s when it hit me: I can’t keep basing all my decisions on a future that might never arrive. As corny as it sounds, I need to start living in the present again. In a moment of despair-forward-slash-epiphany, I grabbed a pen and a paper and wrote down everything I wanted to do with what was left of 2019 that didn’t hinge itself precariously on the elusive possibility of becoming pregnant.

Here are a few of the things I wrote:

1. Find a new job, one that actually excites me – irrespective of maternity benefits

2. Fall back in love with exercise

3. Soak up every single precious moment of my sister’s wedding

4. Celebrate my 30th birthday

5. Celebrate my friends’ 30th birthdays

6. Visit a new city

7. Do an open water swim

8. Take one of those paint and wine classes

9. Spend a weekend away with friends doing nothing but chatting, drinking and eating

10. Start dance classes again

11. Go wine tasting

12. Take a camping trip

13. Run through a field of lavendar

14. Go to one of those outdoor cinemas

15. Throw my sister the perfect hen party

16. Watch a sunrise

17. Do another bike ride event

18. Learn to run 5k again without keeling over

19. Spend a day at the seaside

20. Read a classic novel

I appreciate much off the above are fairly cliché bucket list items but I want to be able to look back on 2019 and not just think “oh that was the year where all I did was pump myself full of hormones and cry”. It’s all too easy and perhaps even impossible not to let infertility and IVF claim large chunks of your life. This is my attempt at taking back the reigns, even if it’s just for a little while.

Next year (2020 omg) when we feel ready, we’ll make the arrangements to try and bring that frozen embryo back home with us. But until then, Simon and I have decided to take a break from the fertility stuff and spend the next few months throwing ourselves into all the seasonal bucket-list clichés we can. Rainy day BBQ’s and unflattering tan lines included.

And to that tactless Doctor who told me not to take my foot off the gas and to keep pressing forward with treatment after treatment after treatment whilst I’m still producing young, healthy eggs – let me tell you that those young and healthy eggs are of absolutely no use if my mind, heart and soul feel like they’ve aged a lifetime!

Time for a break.

3 thoughts on “A recap, an epiphany & a bucket list

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  1. I realised I hadn’t blogged for a while either and it’s a very similar epiphany. So, go and have fun! Enjoy everything that 2019 has to offer. The future is still out there!

  2. Yay! I can highly recommend Bournemouth/sandbanks/Lulworth cove for number 7 and 19. Very good for the soul.
    A very inspiring blog and if you don’t mind can you keep writing because I enjoy your writing. You’ve inspired me to write a summer bucket list too. Xx

  3. I love your bucket list, it’s a refreshing reminder that life doesn’t end with infertility! We always thought we’d get a puppy after having a couple of children… Three years into trying, we still didn’t have the dog or the kids we hoped for. Adopting a cockapoo was the best decision we made. Not only did Indy (puppy) make our family feel more complete, we were finally in control of our happiness. Indy’s been by our side through some rough times and he’s now the best brother a toddler could hope for. (2 rounds of IVF – 1 embryo to blast = miracles sometimes happen). Thank you for sharing your experiences. Infertility can be lonely and as our journey continues, it’s nice to know we’re not alone. Enjoy your well deserved break from treatment and have fun tackling all the things on your list!

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