July 2022 marked the beginning of my IVF journey—a path I never imagined traversing. Despite my hopes pinned on successful IUI cycles, here I am, diving headfirst into the world of IVF.
IVF is a whole different ballgame, let me tell you. It all started with a nerve-wracking ultrasound to ensure everything was A-okay. Once that was out of the way, it was all about waiting for that crucial call from the clinic—my signal to kickstart the medication rollercoaster.
Now, let's talk about those meds. They're not cheap, folks. I'm eternally grateful for the coverage I get living in Canada; otherwise, I'd be in deep water. But even with that support, I still have to shell out a fair bit from my own pocket. After that call came, it was game on.
I've never been squeamish about needles, thank goodness. Administering those self-injections felt oddly empowering, like I was playing a major role in creating my future baby. Mixing up the meds and giving myself those shots—it's all part of the journey, right?
As I sit down to write this, I'm five days deep into the meds, and honestly, I'm not feeling much different. Some cramping here and there, but nothing like what I was expecting. The crazy part? I almost wish I felt more—it'd be a sign that something's happening, you know?
Today marked a new milestone: introducing a third shot to delay ovulation. Ouch, that one stung a bit, but I powered through like a champ.
But let me tell you, the physical stuff? That's the easy part. It's the mental gymnastics that really get to you. The doubts creep in, whispering all sorts of nasty things. Am I too old for this? What if it doesn't work? It's a constant battle, but thankfully, I've got an amazing support system in my corner.
At the end of the day, though, I've come to terms with the fact that this journey is out of my hands. I'm putting my faith in science and my body's wisdom, trusting that everything will fall into place.
Becoming a mom has always been my biggest dream, ever since I was a little girl playing house with my dolls. The thought of holding my own baby? It's what keeps me going through the tough times.
So here we are, wrapping up week one of meds. The road ahead might be bumpy, but I'm ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Stay tuned for the next chapter—it's bound to be a wild ride.
xoxo
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