M and I decided to push ahead with another round of IVF, despite it causing us to stretch our finances seriously thin. This yearning that we have for a child and a family is so strong that, at this point, we’d do anything to achieve it.
As part of the preparation for the next round, I had to have an ultrasound and labs done here in Kansas today. I had to laugh because my ultrasound was scheduled for a day when I had to wear my “fancy” uniform to school/work, and I was on a tight time schedule, so I didn’t have time to change before heading off to my appointments. Trying to finagle my way out of my pantyhose (clearly invented by a man….), my spanx (because, honestly, what woman doesn’t wear these nowadays….), heels, and uniform in order to get my ultrasound done made me chuckle……getting dressed again made me chuckle even more. It really made me appreciate the leggings that I seem to wear on a daily basis when I’m sans uniform.
As I was driving home from the ultrasound/labs, relieved knowing that the ultrasound looked normal, my fertility doctor called to let me know that our one little embryo, the “little engine that could”…..couldn’t. It came back as abnormal. Our one little hope from this last cycle turned out to be hopeless.
Needless to say, tears were shed in the car. I ugly cried most of the way back to school. Cried because my body was failing me — failing us. Why was this not working for us….again?