I think many women come to a point in their infertility journey when enough is enough, at least for a moment. That moment may be a month or two, or a year; whichever is needed to bring yourself back to reality and your body back to normalcy.
My husband and I have been on the roller coaster for about 2 years. Within a year of TTC I was diagnosed with PCOS, he with male factor due to low testosterone, began seeing a reproductive endocrinologist, and started treatments. The second year brought a decision of IVF or IUI with injectables. Being reasonable human beings we decided to five IUI with injectables a try and hope for the best. After three back-to-back treatments (with a month in-between to heal my hyper-stimulated ovaries) we are moving on to IVF. I had every intention of moving on right away, I am very aggressive and not to mention I am impatient and like instant gratification. However, as I was sitting on our couch sobbing over yet another negative blood test by husband plead his case for me to take a break before pursuing our first round of IVF.
My wonderful husband, who is always supportive and encouraging, presented a strong case and persuaded my to sleep on it (like I slept at all that night). After a couple days of thinking about everything he was incredibly right. I guess you don’t always realize what is happening to you but those closest to you do. He pointed out that he has been watching me in pain for a year, and it’s just not normal. When I look back he is right. I feel like my ovaries are about to die. I don’t think they ever rid of all the follicles they produce and I don’t believe the swelling and fluid retention completely goes down. “Do what you like and for yourself, get back to the gym, read”. It’s the truth. If I am going to be prepared physically and mentally to go through the invitro fertilization process and hope for the best outcome (not to mention spend incredible amounts of money) I should be as well prepared as possible. So here’s to taking time!