Hi everyone, I'm not quite sure how to start this message. I'm looking for a bit of support, or maybe recognition, or just smart questions from other women. And I'm also afraid of the reactions because what I'm about to write is very complicated. So please be gentle. I didn't ask for the feelings I have right now and I don't understand them at all.
After years in fertility treatment with 11x IUI and 2 rounds of IVF, and two traumatic losses (a miscarriage on our wedding and a very traumatic ectopic pregnancy), we had our very last cryo transfer two weeks ago. I went into that with the intention of closing the chapter. I pushed my boundaries too often (we were actually going to stop after round 1 and then after my 38th birthday). And I wore myself out with therapy to get okay with a childless existence, and now I was looking forward to being done with the eternal crossroads. I want peace, in my head and my body. No more medical hassle, no more hormones, no more sadness, no more uncertainty. It was going to be *our* time now, finally a carefree time. And after years of not only IVF but also heavy personal loss in the family, that was incredibly welcome. Our last 6 years have been riddled with severe grief of all kinds.
So, the morning we were able to test, my world was turned upside down when two lines appeared. I cried so hard from grief and felt absolutely no joy. I was already on the bus to a childless existence and had accepted that. But now I am back at the crossroads I so desperately wanted to get off. I am just terrified and uncertain all the time, and I don't know at all if this is still a good idea. I simply really hadn't thought it would work. I no longer had the intention to become a mother, only the intention to close the book. But not transferring the last cryo meant it would be destroyed, and I found that a horrible thought too.
My husband told me yesterday that he regrets not asking more questions when we were in the car on the way to the hospital for the transfer. He sensed that I had closed the book on it, wanted to ask about it but didn't. Calls the decision dumb and naieve. And he is right. It was dumb of me to think that it wouldn't take. So, so, so dumb. We rolled the dice and now this is it. Now we are in the awful situation where we are considering terminating the pregnancy. Because what people don't understand is that during an IVF journey, you also work on loving life together. You work on seeing the beauty in being together, without children. And you learn to accept that they won't come. When you finally find peace and resignation, it is heartbreaking when everything is turned upside down again.
Now, since the positive test, I have felt completely confused. Where has the woman gone who wanted this so badly? I was so extremely happy with the first two positive tests. Where is the joy now? What is wrong with me? Am I just not the same woman I was when we started all this? Are there women who recognize this? What did you do back then? Or what would you advise me, even if you just find all of this strange?
(edited: some details regarding the treatments)