One of the things that I regret is not blogging more often. The year 2019 started rough for the Husband and I, that is without a doubt. There has been a quiet struggle and frankly speaking, not having it publicized — even to closest friends and family — made the struggle somewhat small, even though the weight of it never diminished.
Let me start with this: I have changed. Before I married my husband, one of the things that I have made clear to him is the fact that I do not intend to be a mother. My motivation is to live with my life partner, that is him and that is all. I never imagined motherhood to be in my journey, until 2017.
One of our cousin’s brothers passed away suddenly. He was 33. We attended the wake, it was one of the loneliest images I have in my head. His widow, sitting vigil by his coffin. And she’s alone. The only thing that went through my head was she’s alone…. and I remember what Derek Shepherd said.
At first, we just put a stop to birth control. When we reached 8 months of kind-of trying, I went to see the doctor where he recommended a specialist. Apparently, at my age, which I consider to be a young 31, if it takes more than 6 months to naturally conceive, I need to be looked at. So I went and had myself looked at. I had a couple of blood draws, Husband got tested for sperm count and motility, I had an HSG test. AMH, FSH, pelvic exam here and there, smears, it took about two months of testing just to evaluate where we stand.
And nothing was wrong. Everything is where it was. The specialist had us redo everything again to verify, except the HSG, and still nothing was wrong. That was the most frustrating part. If only there was a reason why it was taking so long… and then we hit the one year mark.
I started to pee in cups for ovulation tests, BBTs, I did it for so long, I can’t even remember when I last peed normally. And still nothing. At this point, we were closing in to a year and a half.
Our specialist recommended that we take another three months to try conceiving naturally before we explore other options — hormone therapy, IUI, IVF. He gave us a deadline: if we haven’t conceived by end of February, we are to make another appointment with him, but this time with a financial planner, so we can properly explore financing options for our needs. He says he wanted to catch the peak of my egg quality so that if needed, harvesting them won’t be as difficult. And I am about to turn 33.
It was devastating to make that appointment, knowing nothing is wrong with our bodies. For some reason, we just couldn’t get in sync. It just wouldn’t click. That part was the most difficult to accept. If you look at our love story, there’s every reason to believe that Husband and I are meant to be. Yet here we are. The sun and the stars have been looked up to and we still didn’t mix the parts right.
So I made the call. March 26, with our specialist and the financial planner. I looked at our bank statements and other credit options, weighed it all and found out we can dish out a good amount, just in case the insurance doesn’t cover even half of it all. We looked ready. I think we are ready.
Then March 16 came. It was a surge of relief and joy and pure elation. We kept the news to ourselves as long as possible, but we knew we had to slowly tell everyone. While we weren’t able to record everyone’s reaction, the ones we did made our announcement all the more memorable.
So we did. In person, through Facebook and Facetime, all the way to the Philippines, Japan and our surrounding neighborhoods. It definitely made for a moment to remember.
—-HEADPHONES WARNING: Because we recorded their reactions in different channels, volume levels vary. Note to self: use one camera for all videos next time. —-
Happy Tuesday, everyone.