Continuing the story...

So to continue this storytelling journey...

After my first m/c, I became all the more obsessed with achieving a pregnancy. Unfortunately, my body didn't cooperate. Ovulation didn't seem to come naturally (or monthly) for me. We saw an RE. We tried Clomid. I became evil. A crazy, raving psychobitch.

My body ovulated on Clomid. Barely. And after days and days of waiting.

And then my husband took a new job in North Carolina. I was devastated, but it would ultimately be a blessing. Along with his job came insurance coverage that included 100% of infertility expenses. As many of my readers know, this is winning the IF lottery. It is nothing short of amazing. The company we both ultimately joined was partnered with a company in MA for insurance purposes- and thus, we were the beneficiaries of MA's infertility coverage mandate.

Just an aside- if you have ever thought of finding a "cause" to support- the push for mandated infertility coverage is one that can make a HUGE difference in peoples' lives... I am one of them. And if it makes you as angry as it does me that Viagra is routinely covered, thus insuring that men can be "potent" throughout their lives... and women are routinely denied treatment for what I consider a far more devastating blow to their lives, well-being, and families... well, WRITE TO YOUR LOCAL LEGISLATORS. Let them know you care. Join RESOLVE's efforts.

OK, off my soapbox.

So, my new RE at Duke - the wonderful and fabulous Grace Couchman - did an HSG and discovered a uterine septum. Anyone see "Baby Mama"? I think the line was "I don't like the look of your uterus". That was me. This septum had likely caused my first m/c. So, off I went for surgery, which was a success. And then, after a three month break, on to my first injectable / IUI cycle.

My body, we came to realize, likes Follistim as much as it hates Clomid. I developed bushels of eggs, my e2 went through the roof. There was talk of cancelling my cycle. But thanks to the wonders of our insurance, we simply converted the cycle to an IVF cycle. It was a bit touch-and-go, and I had to coast for a while... but at the end of the road, it worked.

I got my long-awaited BFP. And it was twins. My prayers had been answered, my dreams realized, my IF journey was over.

Or so we thought.