This is the true story of two people and lots of injectable medication picked to share a few weeks together and have their lives blogged about to find out what happens when people get tired of getting shot in the ass and start getting pregnant.
I am a
soon-to-be 35-year-old woman using heavy duty fertility drugs for the first time who has, unfortunately, joined the ranks of those who have failed an IVF cycle. Outside of doping (I still have some HGH in the fridge), I’m an active gal who loves to compete. I’ve run a few marathons, completed in an ironman back in 2008, jumped on the crossfit train, and completed my first ultra-marathon in November as a little f-you to fertility. I am a teacher and a dog owner and the wife to the best man in all the land!
Procedures you know and love
Clomid: who doesn’t love a bloated belly?
IUI: No dice. But fun to play the game.
IVF #1: Four follicles. Three eggs. Two embyros. One transfer. Zero babies. Poop.
Why we can’t get pregnant
It’s him. It’s me. It’s him. It’s me. It’s me: low antral follicle count. AMH = .91. “Ovaries of a 40-year-old,” said the doctor. Not 40-year-olds I know, bitch!
Have I always been this sassy?
Yes. Think of me like Bridget Jones struggling with infertility. If I can’t laugh at it all and myself, what’s the point?