Sunday, October 27, 2013

Inching Closer

Assuming that I don't miraculously get pregnant in these last two cycles, and assuming that everything goes according to plan, we are exactly two months out from our IVF start date. Believe it or not, my body seems to be cooperating. I know; I'm shocked too. Now of course by "cooperating" I don't mean that my body has suddenly decided to cycle normally, but rather my body is staying consistent in its wonkiness... I'm good with that. I am hoping my last cycle before IVF will start somewhere between December 2nd and December 9th... that would be between two to three weeks on the pill. Right now, my predicted start date is December 6th... PERFECT. Granted, there is still a lot that can go wrong between now and December, but I'm feeling optimistic that my schedule will work out. Hallelujah!

Other than monitoring my charts for signs of sabotage, things are pretty chill. I guess I should feel lucky that there are not a lot of tests to run, drugs to take, boxes to check between now and then, but it's kind of blahhhh too. I just have this sense of need to do something or IVF will fail. Ha. Haha. Hahaha. When will I learn that very little of this is under my control... it's essentially nothing.

Regardless, there's basically nothing to do other than an annual exam and one more trip down to Jacksonville sometime in December. Nothing to do, that is, other than think, and worry, and hypothesize, and dream, and pray. I keep running scenarios through my head:
  • How many eggs will we get?
  • How many should we fertilize?
  • What will we do if there are no good embryos?
  • How many should we put back if we have 5AA embryos?
  • How many should we put back if our best is a 3BC embryo?
I of course want to be successful. I really want to be successful. But as I've already stated, we have some strict guardrails in place to help us navigate the murky waters of IVF. The number to transfer is really burdensome right now. Which is kind of silly. "Don't borrow tomorrow's problems," right? The answer could be made for us. But if it's not, I want to have thought through the situation. I want to have arrived at our decision with care and not from fear or a last minute response.

But preventing ourselves from making decisions out of fear is really, really hard. I want a baby so badly; some days I can't stand it. Our chances of having a successful IVF would obviously be greater if we put back two (or at least it seems that way)... but is that the best thing for us? It's pretty obvious, but if we put back one, and it fails, we will most likely wish we had put two. But if we transfer two, will we wish we had transferred one?

The idea of raising twins, of caring for twins, of being the mom to twins isn't that terrifying to me (maybe it should be). But honestly, I spent most of my life assuming that my odds of having twins was really high. I don't actually know how the twin thing works as far as genetics goes, but I do know that my dad is a twin and his mom was a twin... seems likely, right? Sam is obviously a little more leery of twins (I think it's a guy thing), but I'm pretty sure he'd be okay. The part that scares me half to death is the idea of carrying twins. Now sure, lots of people have successful twin pregnancies: Amanda, Amanda, Lisa. But the risks are kind of scary. I guess the multitude of PPROM occurrences isn't helping my psyche either. I just don't know how you make this kind of a decision! How did decision making suddenly become a full time job?

Historically idleness allows my mind to wander to some pretty terrible places. We are two months out, which is why I kind of wish I had more to do to prepare. Some days it seems like "oh my gosh! I can't believe this is happening! I'm not ready!" and some days I feel like a five year old kid thinking "Christmas will never get here!" Regardless, time marches forward. We have a lot of big decisions left to make, but I'm trying not to stress. "One day at a time" and all that jazz.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Sunshine and Roses

For several days now I've had every intention of responding to all of the lovely blog awards floating around the blogosphere these days. For some reason, people keep nominating me for the Sunshine Award... I imagine my mom gets a kick out of that. I think I was seven years old the first time I she told me I needed to be more positive. Sorry mom. It doesn't seem that I ever grew out of my pessimistic realistic ways.

But you guys, I just can't do it. I can't drum up a post of happiness and sunshine amidst all of the sadness that seems to have struck the infertility community. Some days it just seems so unfair. Why do the women who spend years trying to get pregnant, who take out loans and second mortgages just to pay for treatment, why, when it seems it is all finally coming together, are their dreams turned to nightmares, their hopes dashed? It just doesn't make any sense. I know that the world is full of the unfair; we live in a broken world. But some days, I just want kick my feet and scream because my friends don't deserve this.

My heart is broken for Holly right now, as I know many of yours are. She has fought so hard for this pregnancy. She has already suffered loss, both before this pregnancy and during. This is her second time going through a fresh IVF cycle and her third transfer. She transferred three embryos, saw THREE heartbeats, but sadly lost baby B at nine weeks. This pregnancy has already been filled with extreme highs and extreme lows. And now this. On the heels of her gender reveal her water broke at 17 weeks. Brinly, her precious daughter, is not expected to survive. There is no fluid surrounding her sweet girl. It is heartbreaking! Her son, Jude, is in a lot of danger too. Holly could go into labor at any time and obviously, at 17 weeks, there is nothing anyone can do to save either of her children. Holly is so strong. I know she'll get though this no matter what the outcome is, but it is just so, so sad that she even has to deal with this. I just want her to bring her babies home.

Sadly, Holly isn't the only mama to be struggling mightily with loss here lately. Conceptionally Challenged just lost her twins. Her membranes ruptured at just shy of 20 weeks and she ended up delivering both babies two days later. My heart broke reading about her labor and delivery story. I literally cannot fathom the kind of strength that it takes to unexpectedly deliver your first born in the bathroom at 20 weeks.... can. not. imagine.

These are just a couple of the late term crises that have come up in the month of October... I know there are several more out there dealing with PPROM or birth defects or other issues. It's really sad... really, really sad. At what point can a woman celebrate, and decorate, and feel confident in her pregnancy? I know for so many infertile women this is a huge issue they have to overcome... the fear of losing the pregnancy can be debilitating. I know for me, as I approach IVF for the first time in just a little over two months, I do so solemnly. I'm taking nothing for granted and recognizing that IVF is just the first step in a very long road towards a baby. Thoughts and questions have been swirling around in my head for the last few weeks... all the "what ifs?" and the "what do we do whens?". Some days the distance between point A (here, preIVF, no baby) and point B (there, bring home baby) seems so far... it's daunting. Who am I to think that my IVF will be successful when so many other beautiful women that I love and care so much for fail? Why do I think my pregnancy will be any different than Holly's or The Unexpected Trip's?

I'm so sorry to fill up the blog with sadness and despair. I know that my God is still God even when things look bleak. That He is a God of miracles, even if it's not the miracle we are looking for. I believe He is in control, but some days I'm still really, really mad. Today is one of those days. I promise I'll be back soon with a more balanced display of sunshine and clouds. Today, I'm somber as I envision the road before me and pray for my friends. Join me in sending lots of love to all of the ladies who have recently lost their precious babies and to Holly who is currently fighting for hers.

Monday, October 21, 2013

What Weekends were Made for

I'll admit that all too often my idea of the perfect weekend is house arrest. There is really nothing better that a good weekend, holed up inside, lounging in my comfy sweats. My introverted self craves some me time. Weekends that are filled to the brim are exhausting to me, but sometimes it's for the best. Take this weekend for example.

Sam and I went home to my mom's house on Friday night. October is kind of a birthday explosion in my family. My birthday is five days after my mom and Sam's is four days after me, so we tend to do one birthday party for all of us. Saturday was the day. We watched the Georgia game (depressing) and then had dinner and cake and presents. Lots of fun! My brother and his family came over as well so mom got in lots of snuggles with my niece. Fun times were had by all.

Birthday Trio! Forgive mom and I for not wearing any makeup...
just pretend we cried it off after the Georgia loss.

And then as if this was not enough for one weekend, Sunday after church, Erika and I drove in to Atlanta to visit Jennie and her sweet new baby boy. This was my first time meeting Jennie in person. We had discussed getting our dogs together for some fun at Piedmont Park months and months ago, but then Jennie was pregnant and there was no way in the world I was letting my terror of a dog around her beautiful baby bump. Jennie has a Vizsla named Enda which is kind of a smaller version of a Weim... so cute too. Anyway, back to the visit. Meeting my blog friends never seems to disappoint.... Jennie is every bit as beautiful and kindhearted as she appears on her blog! And her new son JB is PRECIOUS! It was a wonderful afternoon/evening spent with some really special ladies. This season of life has sucked in so many ways, but the beautiful people I've met along the way have been such a blessing! If I must walk this road, there is no one I'd rather walk it with than the amazing women like Erika and Jennie that I've met along the way.


Photo doesn't adequately display Jennie's
amazing house or the fun we had.
 
Phewww... this introvert has reached her word limit. By the time I made it home on Sunday I was fully rocking my "man voice" which is a sure sign of talking too much. But it was well worth it! It was a wonderful weekend full of things worth celebrating! Speaking of celebrating, I've decided to turn 22 this year... it feels like a good age, right? I'm committing myself to not let my birthday get me down. It's just a number. My eggs did not change from yesterday to today. But that doesn't mean I'm necessarily excited about the day or my age... it just is. So happy 28th 22nd birthday to me!

Friday, October 4, 2013

Faith and Fertility Treatments (part 2)

So you're back for more, huh? Gray, deep, and murky waters haven't deterred you yet? Good for you. If you missed part 1, catch up here. I'd like to again preface this post by saying this: I am in no way an authority on this topic. Today's post will be almost entirely the decisions that we have made, that allow us to feel comfortable moving forward with IVF. The same may or may not be true for your family, and that's okay, because the deep end may be dark and murky, but there's a lot of grace out here too. I don't have to agree with you to love you. This is a chance to discuss these hard topics in a safe and open space. It is also an opportunity to explain how I've dealt with the unavoidable moments when pursuing treatments and my faith want to bump heads. Thanks for diving in with me.

Infertile friends, let me pause for one second and explain a little to the rest of the world. I was reminded recently that a huge portion of my readers are not "in the know," and terms like IVF still throw them for a loop. Bare with me. In vitro fertilization (IVF) is essentially the extraction of eggs (hopefully several) from a woman's body in the hopes that fertilization will take place outside of the woman's body. If fertilization takes place, embryos develop and they can, at some point, be returned to the woman's body. That's as bare bones, boiled down as I can make it. Now of course there are lots of variations. Sometimes the embryos go in after being frozen and thawed (frozen embryo transfer), sometimes the eggs are harvested from one woman, but returned to a different (donor egg and surrogacy), but essentially it all comes down to the attempt to fertilize an egg outside of a woman's body and then successfully return it to a woman's body.

For a lot of people, IVF seems too far. Like you're playing God. I get that, but hold on, let us explore the deep end a little more. Because the truth is that there are moral and ethical issues with other treatment methods as well. The initial hurdle most couples go through is oral medication. It seems innocent enough. The goal is to increase the chances of ovulation by providing an increase in hormone response. This also increases the chances for multiples though. I've heard many stories in which women become pregnant with three or four babies after one or two rounds of Clomid. Difficult decisions for sure.

If oral medication doesn't work, women are often encouraged to try intrauterine insemination (IUI). We've all heard of John and Kate Plus Eight. It's unlikely to happen, that's for sure, but there were supposedly only three or four follicles visible by ultrasound before their IUI, but low and behold, they became pregnant with seven babies, and eventually gave birth to six children. My point in all of this is simply that even the "lesser" procedures deserve a lot of thought. But even more important is an understanding that this is all gray. I don't think you can give a hard and fast rule on when to proceed and when to stop. Where one woman may be asked to cancel a cycle, another will be encouraged to continue. Take me for example: I was initially told my IUI cycles would be cancelled if I had more than three mature follicles because the chance of triplets was just too high. However, after three failed IUIs, we were encouraged to continue even when there were potentially five follicles. See what I mean? It's murky water.

However, it's not all that often that oral medications or IUIs cause serious ethical or moral dilemmas. The arguments and tough conversations really deal with IVF. Some would argue (like this author) that this is an incorrect way to think... IVF is safer and more ethical because the woman only becomes pregnant with one, maybe two children, 95% of the time. However, I agree that IVF is a big deal and it certainly deserves caution, wisdom, and a good deal of thought. The gun powder of the IVF dilemma is a part of a much broader debate: when does life begin?

Can we just pause for a moment and agree on one thing: the mystery of life it just that, a mystery. I don't think my reproductive endocrinologists all agree on this topic and they have witnessed embryos growing, multiplying, dwindling, failing. If they can't say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I'm not sure that any of us can say with 100% certainty. Even the  Christian Medical & Dental Association acknowledges a lot of confusion around the idea of conception. And for that reason, this is where we (my family) begin to use restraint. Since we don't know with 100% certainty, we have drawn the line as far back as possible. So we have decided that conception will be defined as the moment Sam's sperm enters into my eggs. From this moment on, I will consider these embryos my children.

We've never done IVF before. The assumption is that I will respond well and that we will be successful at creating embryos because I am young(ish) and I have good numbers. How successful? No one knows. If we fertilize ten eggs, we could get ten embryos or none. My immediate reaction to that news is both "fertilize them all, just in case" and "I don't want ten children" at the same time. So then the question becomes how many embryos should we attempt to make? Which brings us to my family's first non-negotiable: we will not discard living embryos. You see? I told you this was deep, dark, swirling water out here. Many people, fertile and infertile, disagree with that decision. But remember, I say all of this with grace. Here's why we've decided not to discard living embryos: I can't say which embryos will live or die, so I will give them all a chance. Therefore my options in terms of fertilizing eggs become: a- only fertilize as many eggs as I desire children (i.e. I want a max of 5 kids, fertilize 5 eggs), b- be willing to use every embryo, no matter how many children we have, or c- be willing to donate any left over embryos after our family is complete. Like I said, this is tough stuff. No matter the answer, the question deserves a lot of thought.

An added issue that will most likely arise due to our first non-negotiable is this: which embryos should we freeze? And should we freeze at all? I'd like to pause here and say that this is the territory in which I feel the least resolved. The next few months will be filled with a lot of research and a lot of prayer. That being said, questions arise like "at what point should we discard an embryo, if ever?" and "if freezing potentially damages the embryos, with a less than 100% thaw rate, should we freeze at all?" Tough questions. Lets tackle them one at a time.

At what point is an embryo essentially dead? I can't tell you how many hours I've spent thinking about this. Many of my doctors would encourage me to view it simply by numbers. If an embryo doesn't have the right number of cells on a certain day, it will surely stop growing they explain. My counter to that is this: as a believer, I recognize the existence of miracles. I believe Jesus called Lazarus from the dead after he had spent days in a reeking tomb, so I'm 100% confident he can give life where it seems that death reigns. So with that in mind, just because the embryo looks bad, I don't believe that the embryo is in fact a lost cause. Do I believe He will call my embryo back from its progression toward the grave? No, probably not, but that doesn't change the fact that He can. I won't put my mom in the ground until I'm 100% sure that she is gone (you're welcome, mom); in the same way, I don't want to throw my children in the trash until I'm 100% sure that they are gone. What does that mean? Like I said, I'm not sure yet, lots of prayer and research to come.

What about question number two: if freezing embryos potentially damages them, or lowers their chance at life, should I freeze? Have I mentioned before that these are sensitive topics? Yea, even my husband and I don't fully align on this one. He's a science guy. He has cut up people (dead people) and seen the inner workings of their bodies. I'm not a science girl, not at all. I've learned more science in the last two years dealing with infertility than I did in high school and college combined. The science world seems to take the stance that a good, vital, healthy embryo will survive the vitrification (freezing process) and the thaw. Embryos that don't survive wouldn't have gone on to be viable babies, or at least that's what I keep hearing. But I don't feel 100% confident in that right now. There's a lot of research left to do and a lot of soul left to search. My options are essentially, 1- freeze at day three or day five, hoping that the science world is right, 2- freeze at the pronuclear stage, because embryos at day one freeze and thaw better, or 3- freeze unfertilized eggs. Lots and lots left to decide.

Lastly, the question of how many to transfer will have to be answered. This is kind of a funny issue. I feel like everyone I talk to has an opinion on this. "You should transfer two," I hear that all the time. Some people feel very strongly about one, some people want us to insure success and encourage three. Let me go ahead and assure you, three is most certainly not on the table. Sam would die or heart failure if we saw three heart beats. My husband's fear of multiples makes this decision fairly easy for us, but it also leads me to my family's second non-negotiable: we will not use selective reduction. In case you aren't aware, selective reduction is the elimination of one or more babies while in utero. The goal, when done for non-medical reasons, is typically to give the remaining baby or babies a higher chance of success by lowering the risk for complications. We will not utilize this procedure. With that said, I can't imagine the fear associated with a pregnancy that could actually kill me... it would be an incredibly hard decision. Therefore, I want to limit the chance that I would ever have to make that decision. For our first embryo transfer, we will be putting back, at max, two embryos. If one or more of those decide to implant, and potentially split, heaven help us... literally.

I bring all of these tough topics up, not to stir up controversy or to make anyone feel defensive; that's not my intent at all. My soul purpose here is to say that these are lofty, weighty decisions. They deserve thought. All too often, doctors ask patients to make decisions in a split second. I, personally, want to have thought through as many possible scenarios so that I am prepared when unexpected circumstances arise. It is easy to allow fear of the unknown to sway our decisions. Add in the pressures from the financial costs and it is easy to get swept along in the current of the doctor's recommendations. Despite the fact that IVF is a huge financial undertaking for my family, I never want our finances to cause us to make decisions we will later regret. The temptation for us will be to get the most for our money, but there are ethical questions to be answered before we create twenty embryos. That's why my family is trying to answer the tough questions now. My faith guides many of these decisions, but regardless of faith, regardless of your beliefs, these are mighty large questions for all of us.

But the truth is this: the fact that there are ethical concerns surrounding fertility treatments doesn't automatically mean that we shouldn't pursue treatment. It simply means that we should do our research, move forward with our eyes wide open, and take the time to answer the hard questions. Whether you're aware of it or not, adoption has important ethical concerns too. Just because there is a potential to do more harm than good, doesn't mean we should stop adopting. The same is true for IVF and other fertility treatments.

Thanks for diving in with me. The water may be murky, but the shore is reachable: I pray those of us that feel lost at sea all find the shore with our faith and family intact... and a miracle to boot. My original intent for this series was to encourage other women of faith. I know that I have often wondered if my faith precludes me from treatment, and I'd like to offer my opinion that no, it doesn't. There is a path in which you can seek treatment for your miracle, bring-home baby and maintain your beliefs. Is it necessarily my path? Do you have to agree with me on each issue? No, not at all. Navigating the dark waters of faith and fertility treatments just takes time, thought, prayer, and a lot of soul searching. But if nothing else, I hope this series encourages thought and discussion amongst everyone. I encourage comments and dialogue, but let us all remember to offer grace and love before accusation and condemnation.




Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Faith and Fertility Treatments (part 1)

Let me preface this post by saying I am in no way an authority on this topic. I can't tell you how many hours over the last few years I've spent thinking, reading, searching for answers. The bottom line is this: the following two part series (yep, series) includes the conclusions that I have come to. They are what works for my family and the way we plan to move forward. If your family chooses or has chosen a different path or a different view, I may disagree, but I don't hold that against you. This is a highly sensitive subject, so let us agree to step into the deep end and tread these waters with a whole lot of grace.

I am a Christian. And I am infertile. For some reason, these two things seem to bump into each other a lot. From day one infertility beat up on my faith. I remember wondering if I was being punished, if I was unfit in the Lord's eyes for motherhood... I asked a lot of questions in those early days. The hardest issue for me to grapple with was prayer and faith in terms of infertility. Ultimately the question came down to this: should we seek treatment or should we simply pray about it? Initially, I wondered if choosing treatment meant that I didn't believe in prayer, believe in the power of prayer. At the time I first made my decision, only two people in my world knew about my infertility. My dilemma wasn't due to feeling judged or persecuted for my decision... no one knew I was making it. As I'm now about to embark on IVF, you can ascertain where I eventually came down on that decision.

But it wasn't a one time thing... I've had to ask myself at each and every step along the way if I should continue down this path. When I initially chose treatment, I was putting my toe in, per se, to see if the water was warm. We were just choosing an oral medication (clomid) to increase the chances of ovulation, but it seemed monumental at the time. And then the next decision was upon us: do we stop here, or do we move forward? It's one of the reasons I'm often thankful for our financial situation; it made us stop, made us pause long enough to think. If you had asked me 10 years ago how I felt about IVF, I'd have told you no way, not for me, I don't want to play God. So am I letting my circumstances change my morals, or was I simply an uninformed, opinionated, seemingly fertile teenager? Ultimately, I believe it is the latter. But I still believe some of the same things I did as a teenager. I've just learned that this is a really, really murky world. There is no black and white here; if you're looking for that, turn and run away, because if you really dive in you'll see that it's gray... gray, gray, gray.

I've also been forced to question my decision to pursue treatment over and over again because of the questions and comments I have received along the way. I have often felt judged for "not having enough faith". People tell me stories all the time about their sister, mother, cousin, best friend, etc. who couldn't have children but they prayed or they went to a healing service and then they became pregnant. I'm never sure exactly what I should to do with those conversations. While I'm thrilled for their sister, mother cousin, etc, I never know if this is a thinly veiled remark on my faith (or lack there of). Are they sharing simply to share God's power and encourage me on my way, or to suggest that if I prayed harder, I wouldn't need IVF? I never know. Am I being overly sensitive? Possibly. This is a sensitive subject. But it often feels as if the group of women who choose not to pursue treatment for whatever reason are championed more... like those pursuing treatments are cheating in some way.

So let me tell you what I've come to believe is true: I can do IVF 100 times with the best doctors in the wold, but if the Lord doesn't breathe life, no amount of science will bring me a baby. So why then does the Lord seem to breathe life only for those embryos to fail? Why then does He breathe life and allow miscarriage? Why then does He bless a woman who does not want a child and will eventually choose abortion? I do not know; I am not God. But I really, really believe that the Lord will either bless our journey through fertility treatments with a baby, or He won't, and the outcome has nothing to do with the fact that we chose treatment. His ways are higher than my ways. I do not feel confident that we will leave IVF with a baby. Why? Because God has not promised me a baby. Not via IVF, or adoption, or by any other means. And I don't believe that I can extrapolate God's promise to Sarah or Hannah from the Bible onto my life and my circumstances. And so I embark on IVF with no confidence in our success, but full confidence that my God loves me and is for me.

Choosing treatment, in my opinion, doesn't negate my faith or diminish it, no more than is true for a person seeking a lung transplant for Cystic Fibrosis or a patient seeking chemotherapy for breast cancer. In addition, the fact that I chose treatment does not mean that I decided not to pray over our circumstances. I don't believe that this is an either/or scenario. I'm choosing treatment and I'm on my knees at the same time, asking for blessings, asking for peace, asking for provision. So to those who would look at an infertile couple pursuing treatments and judge, I would simply ask you this: if you were diagnosed with a treatable disease today, not a deadly one, just a life changing one, would you do as your doctor recommends, or would you say no thank you and turn to prayer? If the latter is your answer, good for you; I suppose you can judge those of us pursuing treatment. But if your answer is the former, I would caution you to approach these circumstances with as much grace as you can muster.

Like I said, it's murky water out here in the deep end. If you dive in, you won't know what's up and what's down. This is tough stuff that requires a lot of pondering, questioning, asking, and listening. There are moral and ethical decisions tied up in fertility treatments whether you are a Christian or not, whether you acknowledge them or not. So stay tuned for part 2 of Faith and Fertility Treatments.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Decision Made

I can practically hear you squealing with glee while holding your breath at the same time. Yes, it's exactly what you've been waiting for: we've finally made a decision. I apologize immensely for the Great Clinic Debate of 2013 and for leaving you hanging for so long with the final vote... I know you've been on pins and needles the whole time. It's a miracle you've been able to accomplish anything while you've waited for this decision. I won't keep you hanging. Without any further ado (than I've already made of this):

(Florida Institute for Reproductive Medicine) in Jacksonville, Florida

Whew! I don't know about you, but I feel better. Ultimately, it came down to a few things: 

  • cost- Sam felt very strongly about choosing one of the lower cost clinics. I didn't feel as strongly about it, but I did feel good about the opportunity to pay 100% out of our savings account rather than take out another loan. To pay out of our savings for one of the more expensive clinics (like RBA) it would be at least June of 2014 before we could start, and knowing us and our poor budgeting skills, probably even later. Ultimately, I'm tired of waiting. 
  • embryos- I loved that Dr. Duffy not only agreed to save the embryos I wanted from being discarded, but that this is kind of his standard procedure. He put it like this, "your chances with a grade C embryo are lower, a lot lower, there's no denying it, but there's also no denying that there are a lot of people walking the earth today from some really ugly embryos". Exactly. I couldn't have said it better myself.
  • stress- I've explained my feelings on this already, but I really think that I will be the least stressed if I'm off work and not dealing with a 1-2 hour commute each way. Granted, I could take off of work even if I chose a Georgia location, but I wouldn't. Add in that I will see the same physician each day for my monitoring appointments, and I really believe that FIRM is the least stressful option.
We're still a long way off; actually, we are exactly three months from our predicted IVF start date, if all goes according to plan. We're along way off, but I'm a planner, so I have, of course, talked these poor nurses' ears off. My last name is pretty memorable, so I'm fairly sure when I show up, they'll know exactly who I am after we've chatted for the next three months (probably thinking, "oh no"). They've been sweet enough to ease my mind by giving me a predicted timeline:

December 26, 2013- go to Jacksonville with Sam
December 27, 2013- IVF start date*
December 28, 2013- stim day 2
December 29, 2013- stim day 3, Sam goes back, mom comes down
December 30, 2013- stim day 4
December 31, 2013- stim day 5
January 1, 2014- stim day 6
January 2, 2014- stim day 7, first day of paid time off (PTO)
January 3, 2014- stim day 8, second day of PTO
January 4, 2014- stim day 9
January 5, 2014- stim day 10, mom leaves
January 6, 2014- trigger or stim day 11, third day of PTO
January 7, 2014- day off, or trigger, or stim day 12, fourth day of PTO
January 8, 2014- retrieval, or day off, or trigger, fifth day of PTO
January 9, 2014- embryo day 1, or retrieval, or day off, 6th day of PTO
January 10, 2014- embryo day 2, or embryo day 1, or retrieval, 7th day of PTO
January 11, 2014- embryo day 3, or embryo day 2, or embryo day 1

January 12, 2014- embryo day 4, or embryo day 3, or embryo day 2
January 13, 2014- embryo transfer, or embryo day 4, or embryo day 3, 8th day of PTO
January 14, 2014- embryo transfer, or embryo day 4, 9th day of PTO
January 15, 2014- transfer, 10th day of PTO
*We're going with a birth control pill method of suppression, so there is supposedly some wiggle room for how long I can be on. They feel confident that this can be my start date as long as my cycle starts sometime in between November 19th and December 10th.

The miracle here, if you notice, is that I can do a complete IVF cycle in Jacksonville with a five day transfer by only taking two weeks off of work. I'm crazy blessed by a great holiday schedule with a full eight days off of work. Now all of this is of course assuming that I stim for the predicted 10 to 12 days, it might be less or it might be more. It is also assuming that we decide on a day five transfer. We're going to make that decision after the embryos begin developing. So there are lots of undetermined factors yet... there's a lot that I simply can't control. And due to the lack of control we haven't decided at all when Sam will return for the second time. I'm currently hoping that he can just take off three days (January 8-10) and stay with me for five days regardless of the timing.

So there you have it, not only have we decided where we are going, but we also have a plan. Talk about progress! Thanks for hanging in there with me during the longest decision of my life!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Debt Free (sort of)

Hold your horses. Don't celebrate too much, too fast. The "sort of" in the title is kind of a big deal. We are still currently the not so proud owners of over $100,000 in student loan debt... we're a long way from calling into Dave Ramsey's radio show.

So how then, are we debt free at all? We are credit card debt free, and I have to admit, it feels pretty nice. Sam and I will be the first to admit that we are really, really bad at money. I'm fairly sure that I grew up in the worst home ever in terms of modeling money well. I had no idea that people actually saved for things... in my world, we went out to look at fishing boats, or fancy cars, or expensive jewelry and if we liked it, we bought it. Done deal. The fact that we had no money in the bank was never a consideration (I mean, I didn't know we didn't, but still)... that's what credit cards are for. I have a lot of really, really bad habits and ways of thinking about money to unlearn as an adult.

Sam did not grow up in such a family... I don't know what his excuse is (kidding, sort of). His family modeled thrift and savings really well. And this carried over in a lot of ways to Sam. But essentially, Sam and I look at money very differently. The little stuff, the five dollars here, ten dollars there stuff is pretty easy for me to say no to. That stuff trips Sam up all the time. If I let him, he'd spend five hundred dollars on food every month and never think twice about it. Big purchases give Sam the heeby jeebies though... furniture, vacations, vet bills. He's not a fan. I on the other hand am totally fine with the big purchases. Those things have value to me, where as a Big Mac and fries just don't. So yea, we're different. We knew this going into marriage and we've sought as much wise counsel as we can in our early years. We've done Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University and we've met with and talked through things with some really wise people.

However, despite all of our good intentions, we still fail... a lot. The truth of the matter is that while Sam was in school, I was making a meager salary. We were paying my student loan bills with Sam's student loan. Talk about a return on your investments: let's trade 6% interest rates for 8% interest rates. And then we moved, I quit my job, and started infertility treatments. We lived the last few months in Augusta on an uber budget and we felt adequately prepared for treatment. However, we learned quickly that the quoted cost and the actual cost is NEVER the same thing. We blew through our allotted funds in the blink of an eye. $6,000... just gone. And then I had no job, Sam had no income besides the reduced student loan we chose, and well, it was Christmas. I'm a giver... and well, even me on a budget tends to leak onto the credit cards. I was out of work for nine months... nine months without income can do some damage even when you live at home with your parents. So yea, I'm sad to say that we had accrued a nice little pile of debt.

If you've been wondering why the IVF/Adoption Fund hasn't been growing super impressively, this is why. Other than my mom's gracious gifts, we've been stalled out in terms of IVF. We decided to pay off all of our credit card debt before moving funds into our savings account. It has been TORTURE, I tell you. The minimum payment has been something barely noticeable like forty dollars, and yet we've been paying more than a thousand dollars each month. And as always, when you've made a promise to yourself, the world seems to want to tempt you and ruin your plan. The original goal was to pay off cards in August, but life happened along with fun things like eight hundred dollars on emergency vet bills in one month. I've seen my IVF hopes move further and further away. But the day has arrived. We've paid off the cards and made our first significant transfer into the savings account. BEST NEWS EVER!

The sad news is that Sam's first gargantuan student loan payment is due in just a few short weeks, but in the mean time, we're going to capitalize off of our no credit card or student loan payment time of freedom and shove as much as humanly possible at IVF. If you ask us to go to dinner, the answer is "no, with love"; our eyes are on the prize. We currently believe, as long as life doesn't throw a major wrench in the plan, that we can pay for IVF and all or almost all or our medications 100% based on our savings. And we're excited!