day 1

So here we are, back in familiar territory: Day 1 of my cycle.

I am so grateful that Day 1 is today.  That means I can get my Ultra Sound and Bloodwork tomorrow for Day 3.  The only sticky point is the prescriptions for the next month’s protocol and where & when they will be delivered because we are going out of town.

I am sad, of course, but ready to move past it.  It didn’t work.  There’s nothing I can do about it now.  Frank and I did everything possible to make it work.  I took every vitamin and pill exactly as outlined by my doctors.  I definitely ovulated.  So there is no regret – there can’t be.  It just didn’t work.

The good doctor will call me this afternoon to discuss any changes to protocol.  That’s all I got.

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2.2 miles of therapy

I think running is therapy for me.

It’s me, proving to myself, that I can run.  I can make it each quarter mile further.

Each step is me not caving.

Each step reminds me of the verses in the Bible that say to rejoice in suffering and trials.

Each step reminds me that because I took one step, the next time it will be easier and faster and lighter.

People have said that you run against no one but yourself.

And that’s true.

But you also run for no one but yourself and because God gave us the ability to choose to run.

I run for me and to be closer to God.  Even if I say nothing and He says nothing, it’s sort of like an aligning of me with His Spirit.

I run as fast as I can mentally and physically and emotionally.

Tonight I started crying while I was running, but I kept going.  I ran through the tears and found a good pace and felt better.

I was crying because the thought occurred to me that the saddest and hardest part of what we are going through is the thought that if we don’t have children, who will tell future generations how much Frank and I loved eachother?  Who will tell future generations the great things that God has done in our lives?

And you know, I don’t have anything else to say about that.  It’s just sad.  And yeah, maybe we will have kids.   And maybe we won’t.  I think I’m just sad.

The cool thing about running is that sometimes it gets really hard.  Sometimes I think, “I just can’t go on, I’ll never make the next mile.”  And then, I push and I make it.  That gives me a lot of hope.

So maybe right now it’s hard and I’m just sad, but I will persevere.  And God’s Word says that perseverance builds character and character gives us hope.

In sadness I can have hope.  And that is awesome.

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comparisons

The other day I was driving along, thinking about our fertility situation.  And I realized  that the hardest part of the journey has been the comparisons.

Medical Comparisons – I often find myself thinking of friends I’ve known going through  infertility.  We talk and we compare notes and often I will say, “Hmm, I am worse off because I didn’t get that positive result on that hormone test like Betsy, but I am better off because I ovulated unlike Suzi.”

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Situational Comparisons –Sometimes Frank and I will say, “Why is it that we can’t get pregnant but XYZ high school student got pregnant thinking about sex??”

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Comparisons as Comfort –I have experienced this, and I have seen it in action.  It happens a lot when people miscarry – well-meaning friends say, “Well, I know a couple who lost their 2 year old.  At least you didn’t lose a real baby.”  To someone who is pregnant, that child is a real baby and they are experiencing real grief.

Even still, I found myself thinking the other day, “Well, at least it’s not like I’ve gotten pregnant and lost the baby.  I should feel better that at least I just haven’t been able to get pregnant.”  It didn’t make me feel better, by the way.  It still hurts.

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Comparisons as Advice -Or others will try to make us feel better and say, “Our friends Lynn and Gary were in the same exact situation, but then they adopted/stopped trying/did something else, and it worked! And now they have 5 kids!”

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I find myself experiencing, thinking or witnessing a lot of these comparisons. I was trying to turn my own attitude around the other day by telling myself, “It’s not like losing a child or a baby.”  But it didn’t help because I still felt loss –  losing the hope for a child or a baby that month.

Everyone has their own problems and issues.  Sure, having babies is difficult for us.  But there are so many other ways in which God has blessed us.  Others might say, “at least you have jobs”  — and they are right.  There are so many positive things going for us.  I rejoice to God in those things and I give thanks to God for those things.

Even though it is so tempting to compare myself and our situation to others, I have to fight it daily because there is no peace in the comparison.  How can there be?  I am not Suzi or Betsy or anyone else.  God has given Frank and I our path of life because He knows us more intimately and more profoundly than anyone else.  He knows how many hairs are on my head (and Frank’s too), He knows all the days of my life.  He knew what today would be like before I did.  In so many ways, He has graciously prepared this season of our life for us by putting people in our lives that have been down this road, have felt this heartache and have glorified God in the process.  What a kind and loving God He is!

Most of my closest friends “get” where I am at and are truly encouraging and comforting and amazing.  But on several occassions, I have had to bite my tongue and listen to people say things that they clearly haven’t thought through.  I find that I actually have a lot of compassion for those people .  It has to be hard to be in their shoes, looking at me and not knowing what to say.  I totally get that.  As someone who regularly sticks her foot in her mouth (and I have HUGE feet), I often say the wrong thing.  And going through this, I feel like I am more qualified to provide a few pieces of advice to anyone wondering what to say to someone like me.

Listen.  Really, really listen.  Grieve with your friend.  Ask questions.  The ability to not get pregnant is difficult and every month that we are not pregnant feels like a loss.  Only it’s not a visable hurt – it’s a quiet hurt.    Don’t cut your friend out of activities or events because children will be there.  Your friend(s) will politely decline if it’s too much for them or they have other plans.  At least give them the option.

And please, don’t tell them “at least you can adopt or foster.”  It’s such a personal decision and it is not a “fix” for not being able to have biological children.  Adoption is a fantastic route for starting or expanding a family, especially if you are at a place where your heart is open to it.  But you wouldn’t say to someone who lost their spouse, “Well, there are other fish in the sea.”

And hey, I totally know that 99.9% of people mean well.  If you see someone hurting, then you try to tell them things to help them feel better.   But sometimes part of healing is hurting.  And that is ok.

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updates for updates' sakes

Frank is going to be home again tonight – holy cow! I feel so fortunate that he has been home so much in the past week. Praise God!

I have a 2 mile run tonight – which right now feels like it’ll be a piece of cake (mmm… cake!) after doing almost 4 miles this weekend. As I notch up to further and further distances, I start really considering the 2 and 3 mile runs “easy” runs. And what a sense of accomplishment because I really struggled just to do the 2 mile runs initially.

I realize that these runs have been such a great metaphor for my life lately and what God has been teaching me. Little things – little steps – can be such major game changers. One two mile run is turning into several two mile runs, a few three mile runs and this week, a four mile run. And even though the first run was difficult and each increase in distance is a challenge, I see changes in my perspective and endurance already.

On the fertility front, I have had a burning in my abdomen that I initially attributed to some digestive issues, but now I am wondering if it is at all related to the trigger shot a week ago. It sort of went away for a little bit and came back last night and is now carrying on with a vengeance. We shall see what the Good Nurse L says.

running still…

so did 2.15 miles today in… well, more than 20 mins. Yes I am a sloooooow runner.

Tomorrow I am running 3 miles. Good stuff.

Onto another topic – something I was thinking about while running.

When we first started trying to get pregnant, there was a lot of magic and mystery about it. Would it work? Would it not?

And as each month passed and my cycle got weird and I never got a positive OPK (ovulation predictor kit) result and all signs were pointing to something being wrong and then test results confirmed that we did have a few challenges, the magic and mystery of making a baby started to diminish.

The art and science of making a baby replaced the magic and mystery.

I say art because for as much as the science tells you about yourself and your cycle…

it changes EVERY month.

And it’s not because I am especially screwed up – every woman is like this (maybe not to these extremes…). No two cycles are the same…

Last month, the follicles didn’t mature. I didn’t get a positive OPK.

This month, they were mature several days before normal and I have had a positive/smiley-face OPK for FIVE DAYS. What does that even mean? Is that humanly possible?

(Side note: In my mind, I picture little ovaries turned into egg-making machine guns, spraying eggs everywhere. In my mind, I think, “We’ll probably have a litter of kids!” I am mildly delusional.)

So yeah, smile away little OPK tests. Smile away. 🙂

so…

Well, considering I had my trigger shot this week, time is of the … uh… essence for the K-Fam.

Dear FK needed to take Friday off or get a trip so that we could get at least one more night before he was gone for 5 days.

Now, my recommendation was to call in sick. Sick days are for health. Our family health needs a little pick-me-up (heh), so I figured it was fair.

But FK is a much better person than I am. Much bolder and braver. So instead of just calling in sick and dealing with it later – he decided to call Chief Pilot F to explain the … uh… situation. The call went something like this:

Chief Pilot: “Hello?”
FK: “Hi Chief, how are you doing?”
CP: “Great, you?”
FK: “Great, do you think you could take me off of speaker phone?”
CP (taking FK off of speaker): “What’s going on?”
FK: “Well, see, I was going to call in sick tomorrow, but I wasn’t sure if I should if I could get a trip that was later in the day, then I wouldn’t need to call in sick. See, my wife and I are … uh… well, trying to get pregnant and uh… well…. this is her time.”
CP: “Ok, well, uh, hm. Ok, let me see what I can do. Hold on.”
FK: “OK”

A few minutes later….
CP: “Ok, I booked you on a trip with an overnight in Chicago on Saturday.”
FK: “That’s awesome – thank you so much. I really appreciate your help.”
CP: “Yeah, no problem, and uh, yeah, so good luck with everything.”

Yeah, Frank, he’s awesome. Bold. Brave. Unafraid of taking off the occasional “fig” leaf. That’s my guy. I am sure that the Chief Pilot probably laughed about that phone call all day. I know I did 🙂

Pull the Trigger!

Ok, so, my body is a funny thing.

On Day 3 of this month, when I should have several small follicles (4-5MM perhaps?), I already had a 10MM follicle on my left ovary. Intriguing.

Nurse M had me come back on Saturday for a follow up. Now this bad boy was 16MM. Intriguing.

Nurse M asked me to come back on Monday for ANOTHER follow up. 19MM. PLUS! there were two more on my right ovary that she believes will mature and release too.

So Nurse M gave me the trigger shot. And Frank is home. YES! And I got a smiley face on my Ovulation Predictor Kit (this means I’m ovulating).

Sa-weet!

down the hatch!

Well, I have the all-clear from my nurse to start the Clomid today. YES! Crazy-town, here. I. come!

Protocol this month:

Days 5-9: 100mg of Clomid (+50mg vs. last month)
Days 8-12: 2mg of Estradiol (same vs. last month)
Day 12: Trigger shot, as long as I have some hearty follicles!
Day 14-30something: Progesterone (saaaweet)

… and done.

and everywhere I went, I was run-ning!

Ok, so I got up this morning (after snoozing for a little bit) and ran 2 miles. Well, ran is a little bit aggressive. Jogged. Shuffled quickly. Shuffled.

Regardless, I moved my body 2 miles this morning. I will do it again Thursday morning. I will NOT let myself fall into the abyss of weight gain.

So. help. me.

I also went to the doctor for my day 3 ultra sound. I have a few 9 mm and 10 mm follicles, which is really interesting since that’s how big they were last month on day 12. Hm.

I have to get some bloodwork tomorrow and then on Friday, I will start the double dose of clomid. Oh yes. Let the good times begin!

On Saturday I will have a follow up ultra sound to see if the follicles they saw today got any bigger. Oh, and she didn’t see any cysts. Which is pretty much amazing because on my February and subsequent ultra sounds they DID see cysts. My crazy body, I’m telling you. I have fibroids. I don’t have them. I have cysts. I don’t have them.

I will say, I am feeling very hopeful about this round of treatments. Even if it doesn’t work, I feel like we are working towards figuring this biz out.

update from the doctor

SOOOO… I got my progesterone levels back. I definitely did NOT ovulate this month. My level was a 1. For ovulation, they are hoping that it is over a 10 or 15, if I recall correctly. Dirty.

Ok, so here’s for next month, right??