So, for me, this year has been a year of infertility. It was a year in which my husband and I were poked and prodded and tested for every possible fertility issue. When we married, we knew that it was a possibility that we would have fertility problems, but I wasn't prepared for how hard it would be when our fears were confirmed.
Today I had my first monitoring appointment for my 2nd IVF cycle. As usual, the nurse said I was doing great. She counted approximately 20 eggs, which is even more than the nurse saw at this stage last time. Because of the holiday, I'm not going to be seen for another monitoring appointment until Friday. It's interesting how this time around the fact that I'm doing great isn't as much of a comfort as it was during my last cycle. I keep thinking about how perfect everything was, but somehow I still didn't end up with a baby or extra embryos. The doctor has made slight changes in my medications this cycle so I'm trying really hard to trust my doctor and hope for the best. It's possible that the changes in my cycle are so minuscule that only the doctor can detect a change.
I'm hoping desperately that I can leave infertility behind in 2015. And that by next Christmas, my baby (or babies!) will be celebrating his or her first Christmas.