This Time Last Year

I learned that my pregnancy was a blighted ovum. Instead of getting to go out with friends for Halloween and have fun, I spent the night on the couch waiting for the cytotec to work. I have to say, that has kind of ruined Halloween for me. This year I find myself not really being able to get excited about it. I'm going out tonight but afraid that I'm going to be miserable to be around.

In less depressing news, we are changing my protocol this cycle. Instead of using just clomid we're adding injectibles. My insurance won't cover fertility medication but my RE thinks he can get me samples for a couple of cycles--which is awesome! Apparently my last cycle I only had one good egg and my lining was thin. I wish they would have told me this then because I was thinking I had two eggs and my lining was ok. I guess they probably don't want to cause anxiety...but I was really disappointed when the last cycle didn't work. I would have been less so if I had known going in that things weren't looking that great.

And Still Waiting...

So, I went to the geneticist and found out some good news. Apparently my risk of miscarriage is only slightly increased from my translocation (about 5%). I also only have a very small risk of carrying an unbalanced child to term (about 3%). Those numbers, of course, led the doctor to wonder if there could be something else going on besides the translocation.

Since my appointment with the geneticist, I have yet to hear from my RE. I'd like to get the show on the road and figure out what our plan of attack will be. Because I've been expecting a phone call from their office, I didn't worry that I was running out of the birth control pills they requested I take. Though, I don't see any reason why I should be taking them now. They were originally given to me because the RE was concerned that I may not be able to have a genetically healthy child. Obviously, that is no longer the case. Typically, I would call the doctor and ask whether I should continue taking the pill. However, I guess I'm not very motivated to continue taking it.... So, I don't call and I wait for their call. And I wait and wait and wait. Sigh... I feel like every month I'm not pregnant is another month wasted. Especially because I'm so unsure about how many more miscarriages I may need to go through before I have a child.