We decided to give IVF another shot, literally. I thought it would be a much harder decision, but when we found out we had reached our insurance deductible for the year, it was a no-brainer. The next round would be very low cost. How could we refuse? We only had a month or two left in our insurance year and we had to act fast. There was no time for me to over-think this, which I know was better for all.
Off to the doctor we went and the shenanigans started all over again. Appointments, shots, medications, oh my! Luckily, this time wasn't as bad. I knew what to expect, mastered giving myself shots, and I knew the medication schedule. There was no learning curve involved, which made it much less scary. The doctor had boosted up all my meds and insured us that this was going to be a good run. (Ugh, enough with the positivity, let’s just get this over with.)
We were skeptical. I was skeptical. It didn't work before, why would it work now? We were able to get a few more eggs this time around and when all was said and done, we had 5 embryos total. Only two of them were “good” quality, two were fair quality and one was poor quality. All I could think was, “Out of two damn rounds of IVF we only have two good embryos? WTH!”. But in a nanosecond that switched to, “THANK GOD we have two good embryos!”.
This time around we actually had a decision to make. Do we use the two good quality embryos and hope that one takes? Do we use one good and one fair? In our minds we thought that we should save a good one for later, like a back-up. But in the fertility world, that’s not how it works. The best odds were using the two good embryos and hoping that one takes. So in one swoop the two, and only, good ones were placed inside the abyss that they would call home. Well, at least for the long, excruciating 10-day wait. Fingers crossed and breath held.