OUCH. 

The cyst on my ovary ruptured this morning. 

I never bothered to ask how big it was when they measured it yesterday, but the pain today wasn’t as terrible as previous ruptures I’ve had in the past, so I can assume it wasn’t humongous. 

My RE was unconcerned as far as my FET cycle goes, and I went in to see my OB just to confirm it was actually the cyst, and my ovary hadn’t twisted, etc. 

After one of the most painful pelvic exams I’ve ever endured, everyone agreed 1) the cyst ruptured, and 2) I could keep taking all my meds. 

It’s always something. 

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OUCH. 

Phew!

Went into the RE this morning for my CD3 and (of course!) they found a cyst on my right ovary. 

I’m no stranger to cycsts, but after countless cycles with my RE in the last four years, I’ve never actually had one pop up in the middle of a treatment cycle. 

The on-call doctor (who I despise) said they’d have to wait for my blood work to come back this afternoon before they could say for sure if I’d have to skip another cycle. 

I assumed, because that’s just my luck, that of course I’d have to skip another cycle. 

Color me surprised that they called a few minutes ago and gave me the go-ahead to start my del estrogen tonight!

Lining check in two weeks, and FET on 4/8!

Phew!

Unexpected. 

A month ago, we had to skip our first IVF cycle back because I fucked up and forgot to get some lab work done. 

My nurse and I agreed, I should wait 30 days and then come in for no-menses bloodwork (because my cycles are always super long) so I could start my meds to bring on a new cycle, and I was tentatively scheduled for my FET on April 25. 

I ran the numbers, and if we were successful, I’d be due in mid-January. Good, I thought, not right in the middle of the holidays. 

I went in yesterday. Got up bright and early, had my blood drawn, and grabbed some breakfast before running some errands. 

Then I came home, peed, and realized I was spotting. 

Weird. Maybe it’s just a fluke though. But I called my nurse and gave her a heads up. She told me if I got my period for real over the weekend to come in on Monday for monitoring and we could get started right away. 

And wouldn’t you know it, Aunt Flo is here! On HER OWN! And with a fucking vengeance, might I add. Thirty days, exactly!

This NEVER happens. Countless rounds of clomid, and IUIs, and multiple rounds of IVF and not ONE started without prescription hormones. Left to my own devices, my baby maker could wait 60-100 days between cycles. 

And so today is CD1-ish, and I am shocked. I thought, and planned around, this happening in two more weeks. 

If my math is correct, my FET would be 4/11. 

That would make my due date New Years Day. 

But, oh, I’ve already been assured I’ll be delivered no later than 39 weeks. Also known as Christmas Day. 

So much for avoiding the holidays I guess. Fingers crossed for an extra present under the tree this year. 

Unexpected. 

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Family Game night, a few days ago, those were the first words out of my cousin’s mouth when she saw me.

No, I’m not. But I AM thinking about throwing this new shirt in the garbage, so thank you.

I know people mean well, and they’re excited I want to have another baby, but how is that EVER an appropriate question to ask someone? ESPECIALLY when you know they have a history of infertility?

“But you’re doing the fun part, right?!” was the follow-up question (in a room, that included my entire family).

Ummm, sure. Occasionally. I mean, we work, and have a two-year-old. AND ALSO WE DIDN’T GET PREGNANT THAT WAY FOR THREE YEARS, REMEMBER?!

And that’s why I’m blogging anonymously now. And being intentionally vague about my IVF timeline to people in the loop.

I’m tentatively scheduled for a FET on April 25. If it works, I’d be due in mid-January.

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