(the view from our RE's office when we heard we needed IVF)
We were TTC (trying to Conceive) for about a year with no such luck. And by TTC I don't mean whoops I forgot birth control, let's see how it goes. I mean charting, pre-seed, opks and pineapple cores. I mean no caffine, no alcohol, daily CM checks and morning temperatures.
We didn't get pregnant. So we went to an RE. The first visit I got an
ultrasound. Good news! I had eggs!!! I had ovaries! A uterus! Hooray!
I figured a little clomid, maybe an IUI and BAM we'd be with child.
Then we had the sperm analysis. Not good. They were there...just misshapen and slow.
This was a surprise. I always assumed the problem was me. My husband is a college athlete. I am a big fat ass.
Our RE said our best chance at getting pregnant was IVF. I cried. I thought we had so many steps before that one huge one. I was scared. IVF sounds so scary. So painful. So...final.
Then we looked out the window and saw a double rainbow. A little nod from Mother Nature that we could do this. We were strong enough.
We shall soon see.