We waited a few months after getting the second IVF/BFN before we were ready to do a frozen cycle. Heck, we mostly waited to come up with the cash to pay for the cycle. Much to my surprise the insurance company would cover the medication needed for a FET cycle.
How does this make sense??? They won't pay for anything associated with an IVF cycle but will pay for medication for an FET? Who am I to question though?
Dr. RE decides that since we only have one embryo to work with, and it is very precious, we should do one more saline HSG test to make sure the polyps haven't come back again. I went to that test that day convinced that they would find another and we'd have to postpone but again, much to my surprise the uterus looked great this time.
We started the FET cycle but didn't hold out much hope. All of the odds were stacked against J and I for this cycle, or so it seemed. We only had one frozen embie - with both other IVF cycles we had transferred 3 each time and none stuck. Why should we believe that one would? Plus our RE's office boasts a 50% thaw rate for blasts. Since J and I are always on the wrong side of the odds we were sure that our embie wouldn't survive the thaw.
Transfer day came and the RE's office called in the morning (I was sure to tell us our embie didn't make the thaw). Again, much to my surprise, it had thawed beautifully. It was even hatching! The transfer went perfectly and we were sent home to wait it out. I swear I must have done more research that week on the chances of a hatching blast implanting than I've ever done on anything else. About three days before the beta was scheduled I started feeling the familiar AF signs coming on and was sure that it was over but just couldn't POAS and face that reality again.
J and I decided that I would POAS the day before the beta. I woke up at about 6am that day and laid in bed for probably another hour, even though I had to go to the bathroom so bad I thought I would burst. I just couldn't bring myself to do the test. I cried - a lot. Finally when I couldn't hold it any longer, I went in the bathroom, and POAS. Within seconds the elusive second line came up and I stared at it in a complete state of shock. I swung open the bathroom door waving the stick and yelling to J that it worked, it finally worked!
Scared to death I went and got my beta which came back at 123 - a good number Dr. RE said. The next week was pure torture going for repeat betas and worrying about doubling times. But they were prefect. 123 to 524 to 1570. Our first ultrasound was scheduled and we were so excited.
We were finally pregnant.
Our first ultrasound was at 7w3d and it was prefect. Our little baby measured right on track and there it was - the prefect little heart beating. I had had some spotting and Dr. RE said that it was still early but the nurse said to go ahead and be excited. Some spotting was OK and our baby seemed to be doing fine. We graduated that day from Dr. RE's office. We were going to be seeing my regular OB from now on.
Finally I would not have to see Dr. RE or her office again - until of course I wanted a second child. Finally J and I were going to have our baby. I was finally just a normal pregnant person. We were happy.