I am back with a quick update. I am three weeks post my second fibroid removal surgery. This one was more intense, and required a longer recovery.
The surgeon claims he rebuilt my uterus. After reading the surgery report, my RE said it's like I got a uterine transplant, except it's still my uterus.
I don't know what to think. The last time I had one of these surgeries, I was sure the miracle of pregnancy would follow fast. Well...it didn't. Anyways, I have to wait 8-10 months to try out this marvelous, bionic baby sack. I'm just hoping that I'll have a flat tummy when this is all said and done. I feel bad for you if you catch me at the beach. I'll have this surgery-scarred belly on display for all to see. Yessss!
My RE will run hormone tests upon the arrival of my next period. From there, we may go fishing for eggs or give up completely to focus on the last two options: donor eggs (which simultaneously excites me and freaks me out) or adoption.
I last attempted to create embryos in November. We only got one viable five-day embryo, which promptly failed genetic testing. Of course, we also had a bit of an issue/accident. The Hubs and I also made a rogue embryo (surprise!). It decided to settle into my left Fallopian tube. I had to have surgery to get that sucker removed, along with my beloved tube.
After I read both surgery reports (fibroid and ectopic), I gathered that I had lots of scar tissue. It had wrapped itself around my tubes and ovaries binding them together. Yikes! When we found the ectopic pregnancy, I was about 6 weeks pregnant, but my uterus was 18-19 weeks gestation size. While the embryo was in my tube, my fibroids were growing like they were on steroids inside my uterus. HOLY MOLY!
I'm just hoping I don't have scar tissue again. I find it so interesting that I've had three surgeries in four years, especially since after the first one, I swore I wasn't doing it again. Lesson? I have stopped creating hard and fast rules for my bizarre little life. My mantra isn't YES TO EVERYTHING. However, It doesn't include HARD NEVERS.
I'm still paying off that first IVF loan, plus I have bills coming in from this last surgery, but I'm not angry. I'm thankful to have a job to pay them. I go back to work next week, and when I get discouraged about treatment etc., I will remind myself that it could be A LOT worse.
With all of that said, I'm just letting the process happen. After all, I can't use my remodeled uterus for 8-10 months. I guess I'll be on birth control pills (even though it seems pointless) because when it shouldn't happen, we make accidental embryos a la November. Plus, I'm not paying for 10 months of condoms...that's expensive.
The surgeon claims he rebuilt my uterus. After reading the surgery report, my RE said it's like I got a uterine transplant, except it's still my uterus.
I don't know what to think. The last time I had one of these surgeries, I was sure the miracle of pregnancy would follow fast. Well...it didn't. Anyways, I have to wait 8-10 months to try out this marvelous, bionic baby sack. I'm just hoping that I'll have a flat tummy when this is all said and done. I feel bad for you if you catch me at the beach. I'll have this surgery-scarred belly on display for all to see. Yessss!
My RE will run hormone tests upon the arrival of my next period. From there, we may go fishing for eggs or give up completely to focus on the last two options: donor eggs (which simultaneously excites me and freaks me out) or adoption.
I last attempted to create embryos in November. We only got one viable five-day embryo, which promptly failed genetic testing. Of course, we also had a bit of an issue/accident. The Hubs and I also made a rogue embryo (surprise!). It decided to settle into my left Fallopian tube. I had to have surgery to get that sucker removed, along with my beloved tube.
After I read both surgery reports (fibroid and ectopic), I gathered that I had lots of scar tissue. It had wrapped itself around my tubes and ovaries binding them together. Yikes! When we found the ectopic pregnancy, I was about 6 weeks pregnant, but my uterus was 18-19 weeks gestation size. While the embryo was in my tube, my fibroids were growing like they were on steroids inside my uterus. HOLY MOLY!
I'm just hoping I don't have scar tissue again. I find it so interesting that I've had three surgeries in four years, especially since after the first one, I swore I wasn't doing it again. Lesson? I have stopped creating hard and fast rules for my bizarre little life. My mantra isn't YES TO EVERYTHING. However, It doesn't include HARD NEVERS.
I'm still paying off that first IVF loan, plus I have bills coming in from this last surgery, but I'm not angry. I'm thankful to have a job to pay them. I go back to work next week, and when I get discouraged about treatment etc., I will remind myself that it could be A LOT worse.
With all of that said, I'm just letting the process happen. After all, I can't use my remodeled uterus for 8-10 months. I guess I'll be on birth control pills (even though it seems pointless) because when it shouldn't happen, we make accidental embryos a la November. Plus, I'm not paying for 10 months of condoms...that's expensive.
