August 24, 2012
35 AND NOT A GAMBLER
A few weeks ago, I was re-reading the book How We Know What Isn't So and discovered that I have fallen for the clustering illusion. Consider the following passage:
Replace basketball with dead babies and I have a newfound sense of peace about the whole thing. I am terribly unlucky, but not unpredictably so. I just really haven't had a large enough sample size yet to make statistical predictions...though Lord knows that a sample size of seven is plenty big when it comes to first trimesters.
And I thought reading that passage had given me the peace I needed to take chance out of the equation and use science to help get some better odds. So I started researching IVF options.
I will be 35 in six weeks. 35 is a dreaded number in the fertility world.
We showed basketball fans sequences of X's and O's that we told them represented a player's hits and misses in a basketball game. [...] One of the sequences was OXXXOXXXOXXOOOXOOXXOO, a sequence in which the order of hits and misses is perfectly random. Nevertheless, 62% of our subjects thought that it constituted streak shooting.Note that although these judgments are wrong, it is easy to see why they were made. The sequence above does look like streak shooting. Six of the first eight shots were hits, as were eight of the first eleven! Thus, players and fans are not mistaken in what they see: Basketball players do shoot in streaks. But the length and frequency of such streaks do not exceed the laws of chance and this do not warrant an explanation involving factors like confidence and relaxation that comprise the mythical concept of the hot hand. Chance works in strange ways, and the mistake made by players and fans lies in how they interpret what they see.
Replace basketball with dead babies and I have a newfound sense of peace about the whole thing. I am terribly unlucky, but not unpredictably so. I just really haven't had a large enough sample size yet to make statistical predictions...though Lord knows that a sample size of seven is plenty big when it comes to first trimesters.
And I thought reading that passage had given me the peace I needed to take chance out of the equation and use science to help get some better odds. So I started researching IVF options.
Unfortunately, I am an all-or-nothing person.
I have long marveled at people who could "not try to get pregnant but just not prevent it." The day after I had this conversation, I was all in. Basal temps and charting and the whole shebang. And I have lived this way, in building-a-family mode, for 5 1/2 years. It's been exhausting...but I really don't know any other way to do it. I yam who I yam.
I told people I was going to get the IVF ball rolling, just in case I needed it. But the truth is, once I had considered it as a serious option, I was all in. Again.
I told people I was going to get the IVF ball rolling, just in case I needed it. But the truth is, once I had considered it as a serious option, I was all in. Again.
After researching options and having a local consultation, I discovered that the best option -- both financially and success-rate-wise -- for us is to apply to the ART Institute of Washington, the IVF program associated with Walter Reed. (Heh, there's a reason their website URL is bestivf.org.) So I have an application in and am hoping I get accepted into the cycle that starts in January.
January.
January.
This is torture for me.
The couple of people I've told about this already have all asked me if going forward has brought me a sense of peace. Now I can stop babymaking at home and just relax until January, when science will take over.
Not even close.
I hope it gets better with passing months, but this month has been agony, to skip the babymaking days on purpose. I am consumed with wondering if this egg might be a good one and I am intentionally passing it by. I cannot stop thinking about the potential-$15,000 egg traversing my body right now. And we are just letting it go. So we can PAY to make a baby. In January.
Can you tell I'm a little hung up on the money?
I keep trying to tell myself that this money that we have saved up, we have it for our future...and our future is a lot less bright if we don't try to have another child. So it's an investment in our future, made today, that will hopefully bring happy returns.
But I am not a gambler. (Our favorite vacation destination is Las Vegas and we never gamble there.) It kills me to think that we will fork over $15,000 just for the chance to get a 30% success rate.
January will be the most expensive and most stressful month of my life.
That is, if I make it to January without the stress of waiting until January killing me.
I keep trying to tell myself that this money that we have saved up, we have it for our future...and our future is a lot less bright if we don't try to have another child. So it's an investment in our future, made today, that will hopefully bring happy returns.
But I am not a gambler. (Our favorite vacation destination is Las Vegas and we never gamble there.) It kills me to think that we will fork over $15,000 just for the chance to get a 30% success rate.
January will be the most expensive and most stressful month of my life.
That is, if I make it to January without the stress of waiting until January killing me.
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August 05, 2012
COUNTING MY LIFE IN WEEKS
For half a decade, my life has been lived on hold.
Five and a half years ago, I saw a help wanted sign in the window of a doggy bakery. I thought that job would be so fun, but I was trying to get pregnant and thought it was a bad idea to take a job and then turn around and quit.
It would be nine months before I even got pregnant...and three years before I ever had a baby. The doggy bakery was out of business before my pregnancy would've ever made a difference.
It would be nine months before I even got pregnant...and three years before I ever had a baby. The doggy bakery was out of business before my pregnancy would've ever made a difference.
So many things are like that when you're trying to build a family. You can't see a dentist when you're pregnant...and when you're trying to get pregnant every month for five years, you put off calling the dentist's office and scheduling an appointment. I've been having some other minor pains and health issues, but I've put off seeing a doctor because I can't really take medication. Heck, when I have a cold, I avoid taking cold meds just in case. For years.
If it hadn't been for the deployment, I would still be waiting to do Lasik.
I'm reaching the end of my ability to be patient, and I started the steps towards seeing a fertility doctor and potentially doing IVF with PGD. (That's that fancy IVF where they pre-screen for the bum DNA.) But insurance won't cover a dime of it, so I keep putting it off and hoping we'll just make another BabyGrok at home like we did three years ago.
But I wish it were as simple as "putting it off." The truth is, I think about it every single day. Contemplate picking up the phone. Lie in bed deciding when I should give up and call. And looking at the calendar over and over again, counting how many days remain before I can take another pregnancy test and see if the problem's been solved on its own.
And then that day comes, and the pregnancy test is negative, and all that's happened is that we've wasted another month.
But it's not like doctor appointments materialize on command. So if I call tomorrow to make an appointment, it will likely take two or three weeks to be seen. Which means I will have already tried again at home to make another baby before I even get in to the doctor...which means another month of death by hope that this might work on its own without having to fork over twenty thousand dollars.
I cannot wait to be done with this. To stop looking at the calendar and counting my life in weeks.
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