I’ve discovered the silver lining to ovulating on Day 6: a shortened 2ww! According to the nurse today on the phone, I get to POAS next Friday morning! I’ve had short cycles in my life, but that’s my shortest cycle since chemo. I’d like to think there’s a chance, but I’m starting to really get over it. Every day, I step closer and closer to seeing the end of this part of our journey. After what happened with the surgery a few weeks ago, I think IVF is out. Terrified is an understatement for how I feel to be going through that. And with no guarantees.
I am continuing to cozy up to adoption. Putting my feelers out.
I realized I forgot to share something rather important (to me) that I discovered over the weekend. I was at soccer practice with Jasper on Saturday morning. A friend of mine was there with her kids and we usually enjoy soccer bc we get to sit and chat for 40 minutes while Jasper and her middle son play (her youngest son makes a mess with the equipment). It just so happens this friend is the daughter-in-law of my RE. I always inform her of our status and what’s going on with us, reproductively (usually nothing positive). Well, we got to talking this past Saturday and I mentioned that I am really thinking more and more about moving to adoption. She was only positive and supportive and checked to make sure I knew that her husband (and his older brother) were adopted.
My RE has 2 adopted children. Not because he and his wife had troubles, but because he had patients who couldn’t keep the babies they were expecting (he was an OB at the time? 40 years ago?) and asked him if he knew anyone. They went on to have 1 more child, a biological daughter.
Why does my doctor having adopted children make any difference to me?
I have no idea. But it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I was thrilled.