We will continue to work on a federal bill requiring insurance coverage for infertility treatment even if takes 15 years of advocacy efforts—like it did to secure passage of Connecticut’s state law mandating coverage!
So after the last couple posts I wanted to round back to the idea of fertility yoga since it may have seemed like I was dissing it. Let me be clear. I absolutely wasn’t. Fertility yoga is very, very special. But the whole point of the last few posts was to give you absolutely no excuse to not start yoga! Now let’s hone in on the fertility thing.
<b>Your potential donor has to go through rigorous screening. Learn more.</b>
There’s been a lot in the media about the rising number of egg donors spurred on by the bottoming-out economy. If you are considering egg donation to build your family, the reports give you pause. Are agencies and clinics accepting less qualified donors as a result? Are financially desperate donors being taken advantage of? Are donors outnumbering intended parents?
<b>6 tips to help you get the most out of your appointments.</b>
a blog by tori
During my appointment with my RE last Friday, I had a lot of time to think, and I realized that I have learned some very important things on my adventure through infertility.
Here is my “advice:”
1. First, and most important, know and like your RE, and even more importantly, his or her team.
Your RE will quickly become one of the most important people in your life. You’ll memorize his phone number quickly. His team will be people you see at least four times a month until you have a successful cycle. The nurse that handles your “case“ will be like your new mom (lucky you). She’ll order you around and expect you to check in at very specific times. Don’t test her … she will cancel your cycle if you don‘t follow the rules.
This weekend is yoga date night at Pulling Down the Moon in Chicago. We offer this class once a month as a way to get the guys in kicking and screaming. You know what? They all crab about coming but across the board they leave smiling. Frankly, they need it as much as their partners.
Think you can’t get your honey to join you in starting yoga? I thought for fun I’d share with you a guy’s perspective on yoga for fertility (My husband Matt wrote this a while ago and I thought it was pretty honest):
<b>I'm not unhappy for anyone who gets pregnant, I simply can't relate.</b>
a blog by murgdan
A diehard baseball fan turns his back on his team when they hit a losing streak. A woman phones up her long lost best friend when she wins the lottery. Two close colleagues who ate lunch together every day for five years lose touch after one is fired from the company.
These are fair weather friends.
An infertile woman loses touch with her acquaintances as they get pregnant. The cycle buddy with the failed IVF halts daily communication with her now-pregnant comrade. A member of an infertility support group stops attending social functions with other members when she learns she is expecting.
Looking at pictures of yoga poses and reading the descriptions is one thing, actually starting a yoga practice is another. So how do you really get this thing going? Well, for your maiden voyage I am going to suggest you actually take yourself to a yoga studio and give it a try with a professional teacher. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s just my own bias. I just remember the first time I walked into a yoga studio. There was something about the experience that jolted me out of my usual sphere. The funky prints on the walls and strange music felt different – and good. I liked taking my shoes off at the door and the smell of incense still transports me. I can remember how the spicy scent would stay on my mat and follow me home. The whole experience motivated me to learn more, look at pictures of yoga poses …read descriptions. Get where I’m going with this?
<b>We're pregnant (again). . . but we're to scared to celebrate.</b>
a blog by Joy and Jim
Once you’ve been at this thing for a while, you kind of do it by rote. Even though it’s been stressful, I basically put myself on autopilot and forge ahead. It became totally normal to hop on a plane to NYC for another round of IVF. I literally stopped thinking about the drugs and simply popped them in my mouth. In fact, I was so much on a one-way track that I pretty much forgot about why I was doing it in the first place. That’s the thing about fertility treatments. You stop thinking about having a baby, an actual family, and you become fixated on one thing: Getting Pregnant. You are going for that positive pregnancy test, because without it, you have nothing.
That said, I cannot convey the surprise I felt when my doctor told me recently that, YES, I am pregnant. The test came back positive. How could that be? I was just telling a friend that I felt nothing. That there was no way IVF worked this time. I was shocked. Sure, it’s fun hearing that news. But when you’ve been through all we have, you know better than to break out the sparkling cider. One test. Positive. Big deal.