Going Through Infertility Again
Where to begin… if this isn’t the first post of mine you’ve read, you know that I have an amazing, beautiful, year and a half old daughter, Kara. I got pregnant with her through intrauterine insemination (IUI): a fertility treatment that involves placing sperm inside a woman’s uterus to facilitate fertilization. The goal of IUI is to increase the number of sperm that reach the fallopian tubes and subsequently increase the chance of fertilization. You can read about my experience HERE. We got super lucky and got pregnant on the first cycle, but normally it can take up to 3 or 4 cycles.
A cycle includes giving myself injections for 10-14 days in my tummy and going into the doctor every few days for sonograms and blood work so they can see how much the follicles grow. Once I have 1 or 2 follicles that are mature (have an egg to release) I take a trigger shot and that tells my body to ovulate and release the egg(s). I then go in 36 hours later with Todd’s collected sperm and they use a catheter to inject it into my uterus. Then I wait two weeks to find out if I’m pregnant.
To say that the process is emotionally and physically exhausting is an understatement. Your body goes through so many changes, I mean, hormones are raging through your system, that you’re not used to having. Bloating, moodiness, irritability, tiredness, the list goes on. They tell you not to stress (obviously) but at the same time, I was supposed to stop working out/running and “be lazy.” I get it, I really do, but when your stress relief is being active, it really sucks.
So here we are 5 cycles later, with no baby. Three of the cycles failed and two of my cycles were cancelled because of over-stimulation, which can result in multiples. Our insurance doesn’t cover anything infertility related, so we are deep into it money wise. I’ve gained a few pounds from the lack of exercise, increased hormones and plain ole emotional eating. All of that combined leaves me in a weird place. I have my good and bad days, my ups and my downs. I’m trying to stay positive, but it’s tough, especially when social media is full of runners getting/ or who are pregnant. Make me jealous, envious and happy for them all at the same time. I really just try and think about the amazing kid that I already have and that usually helps <3
You may have noticed my random spouts of running for a few days to a week and then stopping… those are the day between cycles when I have more “freedom.” We’ve recently switched practices and should be starting a new round in a few weeks. There is so much more to the past 5-6 months than can fit in a post, or that you’d care to read, haha, so I’ll spare you… unless you want to know, and if so, please ask! I’m an open book.