Ice Age

Because I’m at that weird adult stage in life, I've come to realize that the holidays can be categorized into two sections. Either, ‘You love Christmas because you are a child’ or ‘You love Christmas because you have a child.’ Okay, so I forgot one category. The, ‘You love Christmas because you married a child trapped in a thirty-something’s body.’ Which is clearly the category I should be placed in with all the Batman, Yankees, Derek Jeter, and Star Wars stuff I’ve cyber-shopped for the past few weeks.

Each year I spend growing more distant from my teenage self, I find it harder and harder to get into the Christmas spirit. When I've shared that idea with others, especially older people, I’m told it’s because I’m at the age where having my own children will start to bring the magic back into the season. That’s all well and good, but what about the Christmas spirit of a mother whose eleven children are currently frozen? 

*Insert awkward pause**

Oh yes. I said eleven. The last time you got an update from me, I just had my eggs retrieved. All twenty-seven of them! That number trickled down to twenty-one, after Willy-Wonka-weeding-out the “bad eggs” from the “good eggs”. They were mixed with Mike’s cleanest, top-notch sperm and we were able to get sixteen embryos. At the time to freeze, eleven had reached the appropriate maturity level, so eleven embryos basically got “Hans Solo-ed”. (If you aren't exposed to closet sci-fi geeks on the reg, as I am, then YouTube “Hans Solo Gets Frozen” for a mental picture.)

The embryo transfer will take place after the first of the year. It’s all about the timing…getting my cycle back on track after insane hormone fluctuations…getting doctors back on track after being on Christmas vacation mode. Etc. Etc. I've been asked a hundred times how I’m going to handle this portion of the process with my blog. If I give you a date, you’ll know two weeks later that I’ll  know whether it worked or not. This isn’t a normal pregnancy announcement…most people don’t say, “OKAY! Well, we are going to go fertilize my eggs tonight! Check back in two weeks for a positive test!”

As much as I want to share those intimate details with you all, I know what it’s like to jinx myself when it comes to announcing pregnancy prematurely. In my case, you all will know when it worked when I’m waddling down the street and can no longer see what color socks I have on.

There have been lots of difficult decisions to be made since starting IVF. The first one being, “Are we going to do this?!” (The answer was always, “DUH. YES!”) The second one being, “Can we afford to do this?” (The answer being “@!@* no!!-- but what middle-class working person in America do you know that isn’t poor right now anyway? Might as well be poor a little while longer.)

This was followed up with the decision of what to do with any remaining frozen embryos-have them destroyed or donate them? (The surprisingly easy answer: donate. There are couples out there who have physical problems way worse than no Fallopian tubes. Woman who can’t make eggs, men who can’t produce sperm, among other issues. If I can provide someone the same opportunity that science has provided me, then so be it.)

The next big decision will be “How many embryos do we transfer?” This has weighed heavily on our minds since IVF became a possibility. Sadly, the general public associates “IVF” simultaneously with “TWINS”. I associate “IVF” with “THE OPTION FOR A COUPLE TO HAVE A CHILD”. All cases are different because all women’s bodies are different. The number of embryos to transfer is based on many different factors. Some women who do this are older, therefore they put more in to give them a higher shot at achieving pregnancy since this may be their one and only pregnancy. Some women have two, three, and four put in because the doctor may think their uterus lining isn't strong enough to support all of them, so while they may lose two or three embryos once implanted, at least they’ll end up with one or two live births.

In my case, I’m young. If I wanted, I could put in one the first time and see what I got. If it doesn't work, the next cycle I could put in one or two, and so on and so on. Here’s the thing: Just because I’m young doesn't mean I want to go through this repeatedly, unsuccessfully. I think we can all say for certain, I’VE BEEN THROUGH THIS, FOUR TIMES, UNSUCCESSFULLY. I basically have the Oscar for “Pregnancy: UNSUCCESSFULLY”.

I’ve always wanted a large family because I come from a large family. I want my children to experience that. I always said I wanted three children. Then I started dealing with…all this…and my tune has changed. I just want one. ONE. I get frustrated with parents who are struggling with conceiving a second and third child because I’m over here all like, “JUST GIVE ME ONNNNNEEEEEEEE KIDDDD”. I feel like they aren't appreciating what they already have. 

While I love my husband so very much and he has been through all this with me since Day One, I’m the one who has put my body through torture. Plus, there’s the whole “period” bullshit. If I had to make a decision right now, I’d say, transfer two. If I get two, great! Two for the price of one. If I get one, THANK GOD. Get me to a healthy delivery and then TAKE. THIS. ENTIRE. FEMALE. REPRODUCTIVE. SYSTEM. OUTOFMYBODY!

Bottom line, we’re going to do what the doctor suggests that we do. In a nutshell, we have six times to try the transfer using my litter of embryos. You’ll know what our decision is when I’m at the hospital on Delivery Day standing in the parking lot using my Oprah voice, hollering, “And YOU get a baby, and YOU get a baby…”

So I’m going to sail through this holiday season with no thoughts of babies. There’s no need to worry about things I have no control over. It’s taken an extremely long time to reach this point where I’m comfortable enough to admit it’s no longer in my hands. (No really, my babies aren’t in my hands, they aren’t even in my body. They are temporarily in a frosty, Winter Wonderland.) I’m going to enjoy my awkward lack-of-Christmas spirit, for the New Year brings so many possibilities for next Christmas. Until then, the saga continues in "Mike and Kristin's EGGcellent Adventure". We have much thawing to do!!