The New Normal

So, my husband and I have been trying to have a child for about 3 1/2 years.  The first year we were just not “not trying”.  We figured it would happen within about a year – give or take and weren’t too worried.  To be honest, I was slightly nervous (read: terrified) at the thought of having kids, so I wasn’t in a huge rush.  After the year passed, we decided to officially “try”.  I’d had plenty of time to digest the reality of what children would bring to our life, and I was definitely ready.  “Trying” involved using ovulation predictor kits, and then when those were inconclusive, trying to have sex at least every other day (we actually did a pretty good job with this 😉 ).  But, in the end, there was nothing to show for all of that hard work, and after a second year had passed, we realized we needed a little more help.  Clearly, we should have realized we needed some intervention earlier, but we had naively thought that it would just happen, eventually.

We started fertility treatments, since it turned out that I have PCOS, and was likely not ovulating on my own at all.  And so began our “new normal”.

The new normal involved counting cycle days, and taking medications like Clomid, Metformin, Prometrium, Follistim and Ovidrel (the last two being injectable hormones – so I was giving myself shots 5-7 days per month).  The new normal meant having to use up precious sick days (will I have any left for maternity leave?), since internal ultrasounds were needed 2-3 times per month to check my ovaries and the progress of my follicles.  Sometimes these doctor visits could be done at a local facility, and other times we would have to make the hour-long commute for doctor appointments there.  It seemed many appointments ended up needing to be done on Saturdays, which meant spending a couple of hours in the car for a 20 minute appointment, since the local office wasn’t open on the weekend.

The new normal meant not being able to make plans for weekends or breaks, or having to cancel them, because I couldn’t be out of town if an ultrasound was needed.  It meant, at times, bringing along my zippered case of injectable meds, and heading to a bathroom stall between the hours of 6 and 8 pm to give myself a shot.

The new normal meant the continuous development of ovarian cysts, from the follicle stimulating hormones I was injecting into my abdomen.  These were incredibly disappointing as I would have to skip a month before we could try again, lest my ovaries become hyperstimulated (which can potentially lead to permanent infertility).  The cysts also meant I was often unable to run, something I very much enjoy and use as a stress reliever; it was feared my fallopian tube could twist due to the excessive weight of the ovary, potentially leading to the loss of that ovary.

The new normal meant going in for lab work, a few times each month.  One of the medications I was on resulted in me not starting a period as I normally would, so this included a blood draw at the end of a cycle, to determine if I was pregnant.  I got used to the pitying tone of the lab worker telling me, sorry, not pregnant.

As the months passed, the new normal became diminished hope and increasing frustration.  The new normal was a cloud of blackness, with days here and there where grey poked through.  Staying positive was a constant effort.  And, sometimes I just didn’t have the energy.

The new normal meant tears of anger and frustration at every announcement of a child-to-be. As one would expect, everyone around me started getting pregnant.  Or, at least that’s how it felt.  My friend’s announcements would leave me full of joy and excitment for them, while simultaneously feeling like I’d been literally punched in the gut and even more hopeless and frustrated than before.   After anyone who told me they were pregnant in the last year and a half, I typically cried the entire way home after hearing the news.  A little too much self-pitying, I knew, but the frustration and anger usually escaped.   And how dare some of those people COMPLAIN about pregnancy symptoms, or things they couldn’t do as a result of being pregnant?  I was certainly not understanding or sympathetic to those complaints (I’m still not, really).  I was sometimes a little bit mean.

The new normal meant having timed intercourse on certain days of the month, for the sole purpose of conceiving a child.  This takes a bit of the fun out of the process, let me tell you.  And, while we were generally lucky, this meant having to drive out of town to meet my husband where he was, if he had to travel out of town for work, on “cycle day 15 and 16”, or whatever days the doctor told us were the days to try.  Only once did I have to take a sick day, in order to drive 5 hours, into Ohio, to have sex with my husband that night and the next morning, and then immediately turn around to make the 5 hour return trip.

I’d see the baby pictures posted at the fertility center, no doubt supposed to be an inspiration, and literally wondered if those babies were actually the result of anything that happened in that office. I was pretty convinced they were ALL in-vitro babies, and all of the time and energy we were putting in was in vain.  Were they trying to get as much money from us as possible, knowing we would have to do in-vitro in the end anyway?

The new normal meant wondering what would happen if my husband and I couldn’t have children.  Ever since we met, he had talked about wanting a kids, and that this was something he felt was needed to lead a happy and fulfilling life.  The scariest thought ever, “Will my husband and I make it if we can’t have children?”  This was by far the worst part of the entire process.  Even though I never once doubted his love for me, I seriously began to wonder if he would be able to stay with me and live a childless life, or if he did, if he would be truly happy.

Two days after Christmas, I called to get the results from the lab, as I had done many times before.  The lab worker said, “Well, you’re numbers look good”.  Being my skeptical self, I wondered what the hell they were looking at, I didn’t care about all of my numbers, I only cared about the HCG – and she hadn’t specifically said THOSE numbers looked good, or, for that matter, what “good” meant.  She then added, “You’re pregnant”.  My jaw dropped, and my eyes popped out as I turned to look at my husband, who was sitting right next to me, listening in, in disbelief. I literally could not speak anymore and can’t remember if I just hung up on the lady or if I handed the phone to my husband to finish the conversation.  After hanging up, we had the longest hug ever, and I cried (at least this time I could blame it on the hormones).  I guess that trip to Ohio was worth it, after all.

The new normal became cautious optimism.

While there were a few scares early on, overall, this conception impaired blogger appears to be a pregnancy viking.  Finally, the second trimester has begun, and the new normal is sharing the good news, having an even greater sense of relief and excitement.  And, also becoming slightly afraid of stepping on the bathroom scale.

While I am fully aware that my sleep deprivation is only going to get worse, I’m very much looking forward to the new normal, about 6 months from now.

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28 thoughts on “The New Normal

  1. Congratulations! A million times congratulations. I had no idea you faced such difficulty, and if anything I ever said about my pregnancies hurt you, please know that was never my intention. I am so happy for you! What a long, difficult road with a beautiful gift at the end of it. I hope you are feeling well and am so happy for your journey!.

  2. Congratulations! I wonder sometimes what I would have done if I had had difficulties conceiving, but no worries there, it seemed I could not not get pregnant even if when I was trying not to, which can be just as much a problem!

  3. A huge congratulations to you! What an ordeal, but I am so glad you will be having your baby. Enjoy every moment of this grand journey. All the best.

  4. Oh joy!!!! Congratulations. I am super happy for you. And hope to follow in your exact footsteps. Soon please. Thanks for opening up about this. I know im far from alone. Xo

  5. Oh, Pregnancy Viking! I’m so excited for you! I just got teary reading this post- I cannot believe the time and heartache and effort you have put into this. I mean, I would get all teary and frustrated trying to get pregnant without all of this extra shit to subject myself to. You are awesome. I can’t wait to follow the antics of little baby Morning Grouch.

  6. Christabelle!!!!! I could not be happier for you and Lambros. I hesitated to ask over the years because I had years of people asking me “when are you going to have a baby?” I too can so relate to those gut wrenching “not pregnant” tests and the difficult responses to everyone’s baby news and baby showers. I didn’t know you had done all of the fertility stuff. Wow. Those shots suck, eh? You two are brave, secretive vikings for sure. Please rest, rest, rest, stay off your feet whenever possible and let your nourishment and energy go to the kid and the placenta growing inside you. Someone else can paint, clean, organize, etc. Really. I love you soooo much and praying for all good things to come.

  7. Sorry for the late response. I’ve watched my best friend go through this twice. It really is hell. I’ve seen her fall apart when everyone else is pregnant, and seen her try to figure out what to do with her life if children aren’t part of it.
    But, I have also held her daughter when she was 2 days old and now I chase her around and get kisses and love and sometimes feed. I hope to do the same thing with her next baby when it’s born later this year.
    In the end. it will be worth it. I can’t wait to read about your motherhood experiences. I’m sure it will be interesting.
    Biggest Congratulations Ever!!!!!!!

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  16. I just stumbled upon your blog and reading this post made me feel like I was reading my own story. I went through the same thing…PCOS diagnosis, Clomid, Metformin, Ovidrel, timed intercourse, all that fun stuff. We suffered an ectopic pregnancy last fall but I’m happy to say that today I am officially in my second trimester and expecting our first child in November. All of those tests and doctor’s appointments finally feel worth it. Thanks for bringing attention to what a struggle this can be for some of us! And congrats to you! Can’t wait to read more of your posts.

    • Oh, Hooray! Congrats to you, so exciting. There are so many times when you can’t help but wonder if all the stress/money/treatments are for naught. But then when it finally happens (and it usually does, in some way shape or form, for people) it is amazing and yes, OH SO WORTH IT.

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