My 10 year high school reunion is coming up in July, and as I reconnect with long-lost friends, my typical spiel is: “I started working for *X* after I graduated from college, went back and got my master’s, and now I’m working on a PhD. We bought a house up here and have a dog and three cats. Between work and school, I lead a spectacularly boring life.”
What I don’t tell anyone is that we spent 2 1/2 years trying to get pregnant. We did three rounds of clomid, a HSG, and four rounds of femara. Never saw a second line. Then the RE told me that a) I could keep trying on “our own” with a ~3% chance of successful pregnancy each month b) try an IUI or four (oral or injectible meds, my choice) or c) go straight to IVF, do not pass go, and by the way, leave me $10K on your way out the door. Faced with those choices, we as usual, picked the dark horse. So I’m currently taking my metformin and placing my bets on 3%. Or, I should say, my husband is. I’m working on accepting that we’ll probably never get pregnant (that statistics minor did have some use after all) and trying to navigate this new child-free existence.
So here’s your warning. I can’t tolerate pregnant women (unless you suffered through IF too). I think the local news anchors and their so-called journalists are idiots. I hate feet. I’m not a cat lover. And I smoke. If you can handle that, altenating bitterness and exuberant joy, and my love of expensive toys, you’re welcome to stay. Otherwise, abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Now enjoy the ride.
June 19, 2008 at 11:06 am
Love your bio, love your blog. Will be back to gain more wisdom from your writings…are you on metformin for diabetes too or just as part of trying to help out the 3%? I ask because I am diabetic and on metformin and trying (unsuccessfully) to conceive.