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Coming Out/16 Weeks

When I last wrote months ago, J and I were in the second half of our last “natural” (aka clomid-assisted) cycle before we would make the switch to IUI. I was debating about whether to start Metformin (never did it). I was feeling pretty pessimistic. And then, at the very end of July, we got a positive pregnancy test. And despite the obvious burst of hope, I shifted from feeling pessimistic to feeling pessimistically panicked. I kept waiting to see blood. Or to see/feel nothing, but then go in for an ultrasound and not see a heartbeat. I had some minor spotting really early on and I was convinced it was over. But when we went in for the first ultrasound at six and half weeks, we saw a heartbeat. And again at 7 ½. And 8 ½. And then we made it past the points of the previous two miscarriages. And then we made it out of the first trimester. And now here we are at 16 weeks.

We feel incredibly grateful. But I still can’t get to a point of believing that this might really end well. Simultaneously, I can’t believe that it won’t – it’s as if my brain just won’t allow me to go to either place.

Each time we go to the doctor, which has been fairly frequently so far, but which is supposed to be only monthly for a while now if I can handle it, I manage to convince myself that we’re about to learn the worst. So far, thank god, we haven’t. We’re holding our breath – between appointments, until each new milestone – and I suspect that this is how we will continue. We’re not planning, or talking names very seriously, or telling anyone we don’t absolutely need to tell. I’m thinking of the end of 2012 as a turning point; if we make it that far, we’ll start trying to move forward and plan a bit for a baby.

At 16 weeks, my back is hurting on and off, I have occasional abdominal achiness, and fairly frequent headaches. My doctor is unconcerned about all of the above and I’m trying (and often failing) to trust her. I’m not showing, but my clothes are tight. Every time we have an ultrasound, we ask the technician (who is incredible and understanding) to turn off the large screen until she finds a heartbeat. And each time we see this baby (who really does look like a baby now) moving around in there, we are in awe. I’m just not able to trust the future of this pregnancy yet; hopefully that will come with time.

I apologize for keeping quiet for so long. I started the new, totally demanding job when I was just 7 weeks pregnant, so in addition to being hesitant to write/talk/think about the pregnancy, I’ve been pretty busy. I’m hoping to post more often now… and to hold onto the possibility that this pregnancy will be the one. But no matter how this particular chapter of our story ends, infertility and recurrent pregnancy loss have and will continue to shape me, my life, and the way I will one day parent.


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Where I’ve Been

I’ve been waffling about taking a break from this blog, as I’m not entirely sure that it’s helping me to focus on my infertility and loss. I mean, I focus on it regardless (and god help you if you suggest that I shouldn’t focus on it), but I’ve definitely questioned whether this blog is making it better or worse. The jury is still out. Mostly, I’ve just been busy working two jobs and applying for a third. Such a long story, but I’ll be disentangling myself from the first two in the next couple of weeks and beginning the third in about a month. The new position is a step up and a good career move and all that and I’m optimistic about a fresh start, but I’m also a bit worried about the related stress of a new and much more demanding job. I know: stressing about being stressed…. this is highly characteristic, in case you were wondering.

In the way of updates, I had some non-fertility-related health issues (seemingly resolved now) arise over the past couple of months that forced us to take a break from medicated cycles for a while. So we are just now in the middle of our third Clomid/timed intercourse cycle, which will be followed (if I don’t miraculously turn up pregnant) by a switch to IUI.

As part of preparing to wrap up an unsuccessful three months of Clomid/timed intercourse, we had a recent meeting with the RE during which she mentioned the possibility of adding Metformin to my current regimen of Clomid/Progesterone/Baby Aspirin. Despite the fact that I would take anything that might prevent a future miscarriage, I’m hesitant about Metformin, which is (as far as I understand) used in women with PCOS and/or insulin resistance in hopes of preventing miscarriage. I was once somewhat carelessly diagnosed with PCOS. I don’t have polycystic-appearing ovaries. I ovulate almost every month (there have been three exceptions, ever). I do, unfortunately, have some acne… but I’m not obese or diabetic. I’m ok with a PCOS diagnosis if it is truly accurate, but every doctor we ask is uncertain about this diagnosis. I even convinced one doctor to undiagnose me. So why Metformin? We’re not sure and it seems that our RE isn’t sure either. She seems to have a it-probably-won’t-hurt mentality and honestly, I think she’s just trying to offer us something new/different, since I think we all sort of thought I’d be pregnant by now and clearly I’m not (or at least J and the RE thought so; I always knew that infertility was as much of a problem for me as RPL).

The Metformin prescription is waiting for me at the drugstore and has been for several days. I’m not sure what I’ll decide. And I’m not sure that it matters. I feel like acupuncture/prayer/luck/the weather are just as likely to positively affect a hypothetical future pregnancy as a drug intended to treat insulin resistance. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, we’re at day 16 of my cycle, having had a positive ovulation test on day 14 (how textbook of me). Tomorrow (Friday, the 13th…. of course) was the due date of my second pregnancy. July 21st will be the anniversary of my first miscarriage. And August 10th will be our fourth wedding anniversary. That’s all I have for now.


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February 20 and Other Thoughts

February, 20, 2012 was the estimated due date of my first pregnancy. You know, the one we finally achieved after more than a year of trying, during my second Clomid cycle. J planned a vacation, so that at least we’d be busy sunning ourselves in a tropical location while the date passed. And the date itself didn’t affect me as much as I expected. I’ve been living with this particular kind of grief for more than half a year now. February 20 came and went. As we were killing several hours in the airport, waiting to return from the aforementioned vacation, it did occur to me that if everything had been different, we might be bringing a baby home from the hospital right then, instead of eating gross fast food breakfast items in the airport food court. But I held it together.

And I continue to hold it together. There was a particularly bad moment, when I signed into Baby Center for the first time since we lost the first pregnancy. You’re wondering why on earth I would do such a thing, but I’ve recently discovered that there are some really helpful groups on that site of women in similar situations to mine, so I wanted to join them (and I’ve since connected with one very kind woman who is in her 30th week of a healthy pregnancy(!) after two early losses similar to mine). However, even before I could worry about dodging the baby photos and searching for the relevant discussion groups, I was hit with my own profile, which announced that I was the mother of a one-week-old baby…. and offered me tips on breast-feeding. It took me a solid five minutes to figure out how to delete the “living children” portion of my profile. But still, I held it together.

And in general, I am. Holding it together, that is. I’m ok. Sad, overwhelmed, filled with anxiety about the future. But ok for now. What scares me most is the not knowing. If I could know, without a doubt, that one day I would have a pregnancy that lasts and that J and I would bring home a baby, I think I could get through almost anything at this point. Maybe even another miscarriage, though typing those words is pretty terrifying. It’s the not knowing that is responsible for my darkest moments.

Meanwhile, I’ve decided to start a weekly list (maybe on Fridays) of things I’m grateful for at the moment…. since it’s been a struggle to remember those things lately. I’ve seen this done on some blogs (entirely outside of the ALI sphere, of course), where it seems that their sole purpose is to broadcast the details of the writers’ awesomer-than-yours lives. There’s probably no way that my lists could come across that way even if I wanted them to, but just in case, that is not at all my intent. I’m just looking for a concrete way to remember the things I have to be grateful for, at a time when my natural inclination is to rail against all of the things in my life for which I am least grateful. I imagine that there will be just one or two items on this list some weeks, but I’ll do my best.

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Goodbye (and Fuck You), 2011. Hello, 2012…..

2000/2001 (my years were school years back then) wasn’t a great year. Both my grandfathers died. I was incorrectly diagnosed with a brain tumor (it was actually an imperfection in the film). I was correctly diagnosed with both Chiari Malformation and Compensated Hydrocephalus, neither of which resulted in any medical problems or treatment, but I spent a year in uncertainty following the diagnoses.

That’s the last really bad year I can remember. I’ve had not-so-hot years, blah years, treading water years, but no really bad years. Until 2011. I know many of you spent worse 2011s than I did and I have nothing but compassion for the stories I’ve read on your blogs.

For me (for now), 2011 wins my worst year award:

  • May/June: My grandma goes into the hospital with excrutiating back pain and bounces between the hospital and rehab for 6 weeks
  • June 15: First ever positive pregnancy test after more than a year of trying
  • July 20: Miscarriage diagnosed
  • July 21/22: Miscarriage via two rounds of Misoprostal
  • August 14: J moves to New York for school and we start living apart during the week
  • August 29: Roommate (my first in almost 10 years) moves in
  • September 2: My mom has double hip replacement surgery followed by two blood transfusions and a week of residential physical therapy
  • October 28: Positive pregnancy test after just one month of trying
  • November 21: Roommate’s boyfriend arrives
  • December 3: Miscarriage diagnosed in ER
  • December 6/7: Miscarry naturally at home
  • December 14: Roommate’s boyfriend leaves
  • December 15: Roommate moves out

Unsurprisingly, then, I was anxious for a new year. I want 2012 to be our year, finally. I desperately want a third pregnancy and this time, one that lasts. But 2011 taught me that the control isn’t mine. It doesn’t matter how badly I want this; it will either happen or it won’t, all on its own.

So as a compulsive list-maker and goal-setter, I haven’t known what to do with these first few days of 2012. How do I start fresh with something over which I have no control? No matter how carefully I lay out my 2012 goals, there is nothing I can do to bring us closer to them. After eagerly anticipating this new year, I haven’t done much with it yet. I’ve been reading a lot, trying to enjoy our month-long stay in this tiny cottage overlooking the lake, beginning to wrap up my last month in my current job.

We have our first appointment with a new RE on January 13 (Friday, by the way…. I refuse to read into that). We’re hoping to demand a battery of tests that doctors have been refusing us thus far in favor of just telling us to keep trying. I want as much testing as possible before we just try again; if there is something identifiable causing me to miscarry, I need to know what it is and determine whether there’s anything we can do about it. And if not, then we’ll steel ourselves and try again.

So hello, 2012. No exclamation points. No huge expectations. I’ll just try to step into you quietly and with hope.


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The Way I Do It

I would be seven months pregnant now with my first pregnancy. Or almost 11 weeks with my second. I was thinking about that in the shower last night – how different things could be right now (but aren’t). So I resign myself to more (seemingly endless) waiting. I’m impatient and angry and really, really sad, but in the real world, where the days keep unfolding one after another whether I want them to or not, there’s not much I can do about any of it. So as the world (my job, my parents, and even J, despite the fact that he is most certainly traveling this path of grief and hope with me) makes it clear that I have no choice but to pick up the pieces and keep going (or at least fake it), I’ve been thinking about how I do that. I did it after the last miscarriage and here I am, trying to do it again.

Though at the moment I’m moving forward with anything but grace, I’ve been thinking a lot about an email my mom wrote me after the first miscarriage. It was a long message, filled with everything from empathy to humor to inspiration, but it’s this thought of hers that keeps coming back to me: “I have come to the conclusion that life is mainly one long struggle for survival and what makes us human is the grace with which we navigate the paths we are given to travel.” This is the sort of view that I’m striving for. At the moment, I’m hopelessly far from achieving it, but at least it’s out there.

Meanwhile, in the messy day-to-day, I have ways of coping. I realize that others in my situation do this very differently and obviously there’s no right answer. We all grieve differently and find different ways to keeping going; this is just the way I do it (or rather some of the ways):

  • I quit Facebook. I actually did this before I got pregnant the first time, because (among a million other good reasons) my “newsfeed” had become a long list of pregnancy announcements and baby pictures. We had been trying for two years at that point and I couldn’t take it. I’m glad to say I’ve stayed away ever since.
  • I didn’t let myself believe the second pregnancy would work out
  • I threw out the “Your Pregnancy, Blah, Blah” book the doctor gave me, but kept the ultrasound pictures from both pregnancies.
  • We didn’t name the fetuses and I don’t have any regrets about this. They both stopped developing around 8 weeks and while I do have quite a lot of reverence for the fact that I was (however briefly) carrying the beginnings of two lives, they weren’t yet individuals to me.
  • We read books aloud, watch lots of tv-via-Netflix, and keep a bottle of wine nearby; distraction is key.
  • I accept that some amount of denial is inevitable.
  • I also accept that the sadness goes on longer than anyone around me expects it to.
  • I try to walk the often elusive line between hope for the future and an acceptance of the bleakness that is the current moment.
  • I tell some people what we’re going through, but keep it from others.
  • When I’m angry, I yell at J because he’s always here to take it, but I also love him more now than I ever have.
  • I’m not sending holiday cards or gifts this year and I’m not feeling guilty.
  • We’re simultaneously looking into adoption and options for future pregnancies.
  • I started this blog, but so far I haven’t shared it with anyone who knows me in real life, except J.

Your list probably looks different. This is just mine and as much as anything could work for me right now, it does.


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