There are definitely benefits of being an IVF (In Vitro Fertilization) patient at 29. First of all, I lack the frustration that comes with months or years of trying to conceive naturally. That was very apparent this morning at 7am, as I stood in line with a dozen other women, waiting to be taken back for testing. You see, there are no appointments for these morning tests so everyone wakes up early, U2 concert style, and camps out in the lobby of the office. Needless to say, no one looked very happy to be there and I can't say that I blame them. For me, I was pretty happy to be there, considering there was no chance of getting any bad news. I just showed up, took the tests, and went on my merry way. I also found out that I am moving along quite nicely in the process and should be done earlier that we originally thought. I'm basically the star pupil on the fertility wing of Northwestern hospital.
Another benefit is that I am currently not trying to have a baby, which equals less pressure and stress. We're simply making a back up plan. Just like you'd do if you planned an outdoor wedding in May. The odds are pretty good it might be sunny and clear, but if it rains, you better have rented a tent.
My favorite thing about this process is that even if chemotherapy gets the better of my reproductive system, I could still have a baby that has Seth's lips and sense of humor, and my eyelashes and superhuman abilities. (I'll show you sometime)
So here's what kind of sucks. A)Shots. I have to give myself shots everyday packed full of estrogen. I hope my future children appreciate the fact that I hiked up my dress in the bathroom of an Olive Garden to inject myself with hormones. Why was I in an Olive Garden, you ask? I have no idea. B) My body thinks its pregnant, so if you didn't know me, you might think I'm about three months along. Nothing is more flattering than a huge bloated belly when you are not, in fact, expecting. Awesome. Also, I'm experiencing memory lapses, headaches, crying jags. All that said, I'm glad we're doing it, even if it is necessary to wear sweat pants every waking minute of the day. I'll just pretend its Thanksgiving.