r/IVF

Seriously, why can't everyone just do their job? It is not the patient's job to hunt down answers that are internal to the clinic. It should not be the patient's burden to have to remind the clinic to submit pre-auths to insurance. Why do I, the patient, need to check what scripts were submitted to the pharmacy and upon finding a med name I don't recognize, check with the clinic, then have the clinic tell me "Oh that must have been sent by auto-send. You won't need that medication." Of course, no apology.

I have had more than 5 weeks of waiting time between my D&C and now my first appointment for the next cycle, scheduled for tomorrow. And just today they contact me and say I'm not financially cleared and that I need to get that figured out before my appointment tomorrow? What the hell is the Financial department doing? You've had all this time, more than a month to inform me, and no one has informed me of anything! It is literally your job to tell me if I have a balance or if something needs attention. I have made all the payments I have been informed of so far. So what is going on???? And of course no one will ever apologize for anything. UGH.

~ End Rant ~

Hello! I am looking for realistic day 6 blastocyst stories. I would love to hear success stories but also I would love to know if it took you multiple transfers to get a live birth from a day 6 embryo. Just trying to become familiar with what to possibly expect, as all of my blasts were day 6 except 1 was a day 5.

Here's a long and rambling story about our IVF journey and everything that led up to it - and why it might be time to call it quits. Can anyone relate? Does anyone have any insights or humor or hope to add to what is feeling bleak to me now? I wrote this in a stupor this morning as a way to cope. I know it sounds whiny. I am grateful to have the things I do have, even if that doesn't come through here. I'm hoping for someone to understand. Totally get it if this is too damn long.

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It started with our wedding. I can’t help but feel that getting married on Friday the 13th was an omen. We didn't care about the date at the time. It was during Covid and the only date available. My husband's back went out the spring before our summer wedding, which started the cascade, a cascade that won’t seem to end or even slow. What came first after that? The water leaking in through our roof? My husband bought the house in his late twenties and didn’t have enough money to fix the roof, and then put it off, and put it off, and put it off some more, until I came along and pushed. Until it was an emergency fix during the pandemic when prices were through the literal roof.

He was on the fence about kids because of his back pain — pain that lingered after the herniated disc. He was so dire during those years. He said once that he wasn’t sure he wanted to have a kid if he couldn’t lift the kid. I said people in wheelchairs had kids. He seemed distant and wouldn’t explain his rationale. Finally, on our trip to Maine, shortly after our dog was diagnosed with cancer and had surgery too, shortly before our way-too-expensive emergency house renovation, he relented. That’s what it felt like — not two people coming together with hope for the future, but more like a sigh. A collapsing. I was already exhausted, and we had barely begun. I can only imagine that he was exhausted too.

OK, so he wanted to have a kid (with reservations), but he didn’t want to start trying until after the renovation. He feared our child having issues with us as parents, like he had issues with his parents; he feared not being the father he wanted to be. I told him that if he was having those thoughts, he’d be a better father than most. I remember us debating whether or not to add the spare room (for a possible child) or to make my office larger. Ironically, I was afraid of adding the spare room only to realize we couldn’t have kids. We were lucky enough to have choices, because we had been saving for years, though we had no way of knowing when we started saving that it would cost an arm and a leg. I keenly remember standing there with the contractor and alluding to our conundrum, as if the guy understood. I also remember trying to sleep while the roof was torn off the second floor — literal wind flowing down the staircase; the plastic sheeting shivering. What a metaphor.

If only it were as simple as deciding whether or not to add a room for a child — if only that could decide our fate. I was a writer at the time, and figured I would always need an office. I had no idea that I would abandon that dream too.

All throughout those years — (did it start the year after our wedding? I think so) — I had pelvic pain on and off and blood in my urine. I avoided going to the gynecologist again after the first few times, because if you’ve had a terrible gynecologist, you know. I did get tested for the blood in my urine; it was another one of my autoimmune diseases that eventually improved. The test required a urologist to stick a literal mini camera up my urethra. To this day, I feel like I imagined the balding man looming over me while I displayed my bare vagina to the world. But it was just another real semi-bizarre medical incident.

The cyst began to grow, though I didn’t know it. I was in and out of the ER about 3-4 times over two years with intense bursts of pain that caused me to collapse into a ball. It was the cyst torking, my ovary twisting on itself. They said if I wasn’t puking or passing out, it wasn’t a true emergency that required surgery. But then, the last time it happened, shortly before the renovation wrapped up, probably during the month that I was painting the entire upstairs by myself (because of my husband's back), I went to the ER again — and this time, they said I had a 7 cm cyst on my left ovary and needed to see a gynecologist.

The new gynecologist I found told me I had endometriosis and would need the chocolate cyst (chocolate because it was filled with old blood) and likely my left ovary removed. I started crying in her office. She looked at me like I had two heads. I am adopted and had just started getting in touch with how much I wanted a family of my own — and a biological connection. I had just convinced my husband to start trying, right around then I think, if I remember correctly. Or maybe it was after that appointment that he finally realized it might be dire, and we had better try. My adoptive mom adopted me because she had endometriosis, too.

I was 34 at the time. Oh, how young that seems now!

I got a second opinion, feeling in my gut that two ovaries were needed to get pregnant, in an ideal world, even though both gynecologists laughed off my concern and anxiety. I saw an excellent surgeon (though she wasn’t an excision specialist) who finally explained the gravity of the situation to me, and said that yes, preserving my left ovary as much as possible was paramount if I wanted to get pregnant. She was sane, finally. But I could tell in her voice that my endo diagnosis was more serious than I had imagined. I didn’t yet realize how serious it was.

She said we could try naturally for 6 months after the surgery, but she advised getting into an IVF clinic as soon as possible. Then I was laid off and had to find a new job, right as we were nearing our first appointment after an excruciating wait. We had to wait more, due to the insurance change. Finally, when we got in the door, it was late 2024, and I was almost 36. I was gobsmacked when the RE told us we had a 5% chance of getting pregnant naturally due to my stage IV endometriosis diagnosis. I figured they were just statistics, and maybe we had a better shot than that. After all, my husband’s sperm parameters were great. We had a real shot, I thought. That was naive.

Meanwhile, I was in therapy to explore my feelings around being adopted. I was really healing, finally. I had spent my whole life avoiding desire — the desire to find my first family, and any other desire. It was so hard for me to “want” anything in my childhood and young adulthood, but I was finally wanting, hungering — for connection.

Then, right as we were preparing for our first round of IVF, my husband cut ties with two of his family members and, at the same time, herniated the same disc he had before. He wasn’t doing anything, lifting anything — it just went out in the midst of his grief and stress, like the first time. He woke up one morning, and there it was again — horrible and familiar. He suspected it was the same pain, but insurance still wouldn’t approve his MRI. Months went by with required PT and more. He was on the max dose if ibuprofen 24/7 and could barely function due to the pain. While in a blind panic about our first cycle (I was terrified of needles), I was also calling around trying to figure out how to get him an MRI and get him in to see the best surgeon. He couldn’t do any of that on his own because of the pain. He was barely present emotionally during those months, and I understood that, but it was still incredibly hard. The wait times for the best surgeons were insane, considering they wouldn’t even put us on the wait list until we got an MRI. Finally, we decided to pay for the MRI ourselves. We received confirmation that he had indeed herniated the same disc and would require another surgery. More wait times to see the surgeon — the same one as last time, who was good but not the best, because we couldn’t wait any longer. All this time, he was on the max dose of ibuprofen.

Well, we went in for our first retrieval with what I thought were reasonable hopes. I remember thinking that the pain was greater than I thought it would be. It felt like my lap surgery. But it was my first retrieval, so I didn’t know any better. The doctor slipped in with a folded piece of paper with a number on it: 5. I stared at it blankly for a moment, in shock. They had only retrieved 5 eggs — though we had expected 9-11 based on my follicle growth. She didn’t say anything. A moment after she left, she returned again with another sheet of paper directly from the embryologist, to let us know that my husband's sperm was almost unusable. His motility was near zero. ICSI would be required to rescue the cycle. We were shuffled out.

The whole two hour ride home, I felt like my insides were exploding. And I was crying non-stop. The doctor called me in shock about the results. What’s crazy is that we had run the ibuprofen by her and she had said it would likely be fine. We hadn’t frozen backup sperm because of the two-hour drive and because no one seemed concerned.

That night, I couldn’t sleep because whenever I reclined too much, the pain was unbearable. I woke my husband up at 1 am and we rushed to the ER. I had internal bleeding and the blood was floating up to my diaphragm, irritating it. The bleeding slowed on its own but the recovery was brutal.

Then, a month later, my husband had his second back surgery. I developed a goiter from the stimulation or maybe the stress (at least that is what the endocrinologist suspects). It is benign and ok, but sometimes to this day, it inflames. His surgery went as expected.

We got zero blastocysts from that first round.

We planned our next cycle, hoping the first had been a fluke. But we took a break first, because I was convinced I could improve the situation by going on a boat load of supplements and a low-inflammatory diet. It had to be the endometriosis, I thought — or, at least, I could try to mitigate that factor. My doctor seemed dire about endo and said it could affect all aspects of IVF, and it just depended on the person. I’m not overweight and I ate well to begin with, but I cut out all added sugar, gluten, cheese and ate ONLY whole foods for months. (I hadn’t been drinking for years.) I knew in my gut that I wouldn’t be able to handle another failure so soon.

Unfortunately, I guess, I needed a lot of time, or what now feels like a lot. We started the process of getting approved for the second cycle about five months after our first cycle ended. I prepared mentally by searching for another clinic in case that second cycle failed, as I needed a backup plan and a solution. I needed to feel in control. I set up consultations with three of the best and chose our new clinic.

Meanwhile, my husband’s second back surgery recovery didn’t pan out as we had hoped. He gained weight from not being able to exercise (and he had also gained weight after the first surgery too). He is now about 15-20 pounds over his ideal weight. He seems a lot older to me now, and more depressed. He recently had a falling out with his mom, too, on top of everything else. He is now out of touch with almost his whole family. Luckily, my family is not a problem in that way. (No, my husband is not the cause of this unfortunate drama. He has a very difficult family.)

All this time, by the way, we had investigated his sperm parameters. We’d done multiple follow up tests and since the “event” in which the parameters tanked before his first surgery, they had never improved measurably. Despite supplements, despite everything. He also has high DNA fragmentation, though we don’t have pre-back pain test to compare that to. I am convinced it was all the ibuprofen and/or inflammation from the herniated disc that did this to him. Maybe the inflammation has never gone away, I don’t know. He certainly still has discomfort and lingering low-level pain that may never improve.

Between my endo and his back, I feel that our lives have been robbed from us. I know that sounds dramatic, but that’s how it feels. We were/are relatively healthy otherwise, but the life has been drained from us both. There’s only so much grief and suffering we can take, individually and as a couple. We’ve drifted apart… We are still good friends and kind to each other, but it doesn’t feel the same. I feel guilty for feeling resentful of my husband sometimes… I wish he would have had a more positive outlook about his back the first time, and this time, too, and I wish he could look for ways to manage his stress. I recently asked him (again) to try therapy, and he might this time, but is it too little too late? Sometimes I feel like his back goes out when he’s stressed to the max… Like his body is rebelling. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I’m desperate for there to be a reason.

Anyway, we tried ICSI and Zymot, and even tried TESE during our third cycle. Oh, the second cycle failed. My follicles weren’t empty but fertilization was below 25% and we made zero blastocysts. During the third cycle, that just wrapped up, my husband had an hour-long procedure (TESE) in which they cut into his testicles while he was awake to extract immature sperm that might have less DNA fragmentation. We thought that would give us a shot at making blastocysts. To be honest, if I had known that the procedure would be so unpleasant and involve actual stitches, I would have recommended against it. I guess the procedure was a bit undersold to us. Although the fertilization rate improved, nothing else did.

I am now almost hopeless. On top of that, I feel ancient and exhausted even though I’m only 37. I stopped writing around our first IVF cycle, maybe before. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else except IVF, even between cycles. It rules my consciousness. I feel haggard. I’ve gained probably 5-10 pounds overall and developed huge bags under my eyes since our wedding five years ago. I am stuck in my job because the health insurance is so good. (I guess I shouldn't complain about that!) It doesn’t seem like it should be a lot, but when I look at photos of us both five years ago, I barely recognize us.

I think it might be time to give up. And I’m not sure our marriage can survive this. When I look at my husband, I don’t see hope and I don’t see a future. I see two people who are surviving together, but no longer happy. It is circumstantial, but how long can two people last like this? If were apart, maybe none of this would have happened. Was it the stress of the stupid wedding that threw my husband's back out to begin with?

I’m sorry if this all sounds really depressing. I am very depressed and having trouble seeing through it. I’m in therapy and I hope my husband will be soon, too, but nothing seems to help the feelings of loss.

Both myself and my husband are 30 years old and are currently doing IVF because of severe MFI due to Y-Chromosome Microdeletion in the azf-c region. We just went through our first IVF cycle this past month, and had our egg retrieval on 8/12. They were able to retrieve 14 mature eggs, which I thought was a great number. The next day we were told only 6 fertilized, and I do admit I was a little disappointed because I know how quickly those numbers can dwindle. Recovery from the retrieval itself was horrible, I was in pain and I could barely move from my recliner for 3 days.

Today is day 7, and my clinic called me this morning with news on how my eggs were doing. She told me that none of them developed and today started showing signs of degeneration. I am absolutely devastated, as this entire process has been so physically, mentally, and emotionally draining. I know the only option is to try again, but our insurance only covers 2 rounds of IVF after we meet our deductible, which we havent met just yet. So now we are down to 1 round to use, and I'm terrified we'll have the same results if we try again.

I had 14 follicles, 14 retrieved eggs, 9 mature, 6 fertilized with ICSI, 4 blasts all day 5( 3 x 5AA and 1 x 5AB) but 0 euploid. They all had severe abnormalities like totally missing chromosomes or multiple chromosomes. I’ve already had a second retrieval but Cooper takes so long it could be weeks to know those results (we’re doing PGT-M also for a dominant condition). I’m planning on a 3rd retrieval but feeling so disappointed and sad. I knew this was a risk but I thought we’d at least get 1. You always think, “it won’t be me.” Until it is. 🤷‍♀️🙇‍♀️😭

No judgement at all here, just curious! For those who live in a place where sex selection is legal, and who did PGT-A and chose an embryo to transfer based on sex:

Was your decision based solely on preference, or were there genetic or other external factors (family balancing) that played a role? And which sex did you choose, and why? I feel like most people (in this sub at least) choose girl, but curious about reasoning in either direction.

Also, if you have a partner, were you in total agreement about it?

Turning 39 in November. Three failed transfer of untested embryos. Normal SIS/HSG. Provider is recommending a hysteroscpy and biopsy. Surgeon suggested doing a lap at the same time. Surgeon is a robotic gynecologic surgeon and uses both excision and ablation. I can't find anything on him on Nancy's Nook, and the fact that he uses ablation has me anxious, but he's assured me he won't touch my ovaries. I have two more untested embryos left.

After 2 cycles of IVF we are having our first FET tomorrow with our only embryo. Our embryo is a day 6 4CB which is apparently a poorer quality embryo. It is also untested as my clinic here in Australia doesn't do PGT-A testing. I would love to hear some success stories with lower graded embryos, or even just some good vibes/juju for the transfer tomorrow. Thanks in advance! ☺️

For anyone who wants to know the details, I am 36 with DOR and my partner is 34 with MFI (low count, motility and morphology).

- 1st cycle: 6 retreived/ 5 mature/ 5 fertilized/ 0 embryos as all arrested on day 3.

- 2nd cycle: 5 retreived/ 4 mature/ 2 fertilized/ 1 embryo frozen on day 6 (4CB).

- I am doing a natural cycle frozen embryo transfer and have been told my lining is great.

After egg retrieval on thursday and feeling like crap ever since got the call after 15 mature and 13 fertilized we got 9 blasts!!!! not completely out of the woods because doing pgt testing but so hopeful and so thankful anyone have a similar number to be tested and what was the end result!?

TW: pregnancy loss

I'm 36 years old, AMH 1.36, and have had four failed FETs with euploid embryos. The first two completely failed to implant and then I had some additional testing done, including a Receptiva Dx with a result of 2.9. I did two months of Lupron and letrozole, had success at the third FET, but then there was no heartbeat at 9 weeks. RPL panel came back all normal. For my fourth FET, I repeated two months of Lupron and letrozole and am in the process of losing the pregnancy due to blighted ovum.

I'm truly at a loss. I had two high level mosaics left which I'm not comfortable transferring at this time and plan to do another ER in the fall after taking some time off. I'm just worried that I'm going to keep transferring euploids and going through this nightmare of losing them. I tolerate Lupron well but it's certainly not easy on me and I don't want to just keep going through the motions.

Has anyone been through a similar fact pattern? What ultimately worked? I'm seriously considering exploring the option of an actual endo diagnosis and excision surgery but what I've been able to find on the subject doesn't seem to support that it will change the outcome.

Would you test embryos for transfer if the mother is 30 years old?

At my clinic, I’ll have to decide on egg retrieval day whether I want to test all my embryos, freeze some and test them later, or not test them at all and just start transferring.

I have 25 follicles and an AMH of 5.03, and my doctor expects me to get quite a lot of eggs, so I’m already stressing about what to do with the embryos

I really don’t want to freeze embryos, thaw them for biopsy, and then freeze them again because I’ve read some studies suggesting that this can reduce implantation/live birth chances to some extent. But at the same time, I can’t afford to PGT-A test a huge number of embryos at the same time. it’s really expensive where I live.

I had a karyotype test done, but the results won’t be back until after my egg retrieval, so I’ll have to make the decision before I know the result. I also don’t have any known genetic diseases in my family, and the sperm is from a donor.

Right now, I’m leaning toward not testing and just transferring an embryo, then continuing with the others if it doesn’t work. Since I’m 30, I’m assuming the aneuploidy rate shouldn’t be that high?

But at the same time, I keep wondering if I’m making the wrong decision by skipping PGT-A.

What would you do in my situation? Did anyone around 30 choose not to test and have a good experience? Or did you test and feel like it was worth it?

How long before or after your transfer did you get your flu shot? Thanks!

This is probably a little silly, but I wanted to vent somewhere where people might actually understand these complicated feelings.

I’m currently prepping for my first fully medicated FET and am still in the estrogen-only phase. My sister-in-law, who is five years younger than me, recently shared that she stopped birth control and that they’re just going to “see what happens” for a couple of months before seriously tracking.

Hearing that made me realize how much I miss that version of TTC. When trying for a baby felt exciting and optimistic instead of something I associate with disappointment, endless appointments, medications, and constantly bracing for bad news.

The complicated part is that I genuinely hope she gets pregnant quickly, and I have this almost irrational certainty that she will get pregnant immediately. And when she does, it’s going to hurt in a way that has nothing to do with my love for her.

I also find myself surprisingly triggered by the early “optimization” stage. We recently had Chick-fil-A for a family member’s birthday, and she declined to eat it, choosing her own healthier food because she’s preparing her body for pregnancy. Good for her, obviously! But there I was, eating Chick-fil-A, still childless.

I did all of that, too. I optimized everything, gave up caffeine, took every supplement, tried Mucinex and inositol, tracked, timed, and stressed over every lifestyle choice. Eventually, after enough failed cycles, I had to accept that I still needed to live my life. You can only treat every cup of coffee or order of fries like a high-stakes decision for so long before it becomes exhausting.

Infertility has taught me, in an extremely expensive and painful way, how little control we actually have. Plenty of people get pregnant eating fast food, drinking coffee, and not tracking at all. Taking care of yourself is great, but there’s a massive difference between supporting your health and actually controlling conception. Yet when someone does everything "right" and gets pregnant immediately, it’s easy to look back and think that they got pregnant that fast since they did everything right. I think that’s what makes watching someone at the beginning so hard: there’s still that naive belief that if you just follow the rules, pregnancy will follow. I remember believing that, too.

It probably doesn’t help that she hasn't asked about our IVF journey or what we’ve been through, even while I’m over here being supportive about her post-birth-control adjustment. I gave her my unopened Inito strips and try to offer helpful advice where I can (though a small part of me worries she wouldn't even want advice from the person who didn't succeed). I don’t expect her life to revolve around my journey, but the imbalance stings.

Anyway, I’m not saying any of this to her, and I would never want to make her TTC experience about me. I think I’m just grieving the version of myself who used to think getting pregnant was simple, while watching someone I love enter that stage with all of that hope still intact.

I figured if anyone might understand how you can want someone you love to get pregnant easily, while also feeling hurt by the possibility that she’ll get the exact outcome you spent months desperately trying to earn through all the same “optimization,” it would be this group.

I had my retrieval today only 6 eggs were retrieved and 5 eggs were mature of 11 seen. That was one part. Come to find out his frozen sample (he has extremely low sperm but they wanted to try a frozen sample and fresh, none of the sperm survived and there was none usable on his fresh samples. My RE recommended that he has his sperm aspirated (he has little to no sperm from a blockage) from a urologist so we have to wait to get in with one for that. In the mean time they have to freeze my eggs. I have had nothing but obstacles thus far. I probably need another retrieval now too. I’m absolutely gutted.

My husband and I were the first in the group to get married. We got married at 23. most of our friends got married in their late 20s. I’ve had four pregnancy losses and currently going through IVF for the past almost 3 years this, I’ve had failures and miscarriages. Within our group, we have 8 couple friends. We’ve been friends since high school, college and/or adulthood. The part that hurts the most is the fact that I am the only one that has gone through all of this and most of the in the group pregnant the first time or first try. They all planned to have their first baby together as well as their second and now planning their third. I was of course included in the plan in the beginning, but unfortunately, it never happened. In order to make me feel less bad, they still invite me to many events and family vacations, but I kindly keep my distance. although I’m happy for all my friends, the tears swell in my eyes when I see them. On top of all that all each couple also own a home with two beautiful children at least. I feel like I’m 20 steps behind, with all the money that we spent and continue to spend doing IVF,we are renting an apartment and trying to save up. I don’t know how to handle all the emotions that I feel depression, overwhelmed, much more. I feel jealous and I see monthly barbecues and meet ups, I do feel left out and I can’t wait to join for now is how I feel.

After perfect doubling betas and ultrasounds, I went in for my NIPT blood draw with my OB yesterday at 10w3d. I knew as soon as I saw baby on the screen that something was wrong; she had no movement and no heartbeat detected. This was my first appointment without my husband, who is currently out of the country. Confirmed MMC, and we’ve decided to have a D&C next week when he returns.

I’m obviously heartbroken. We had a perfect ultrasound at 9w2d, heart rate was 176 and growth was right on track. She was a euploid embryo. I have unexplained fertility.

Since the start, I’ve felt dismissed when asking about further testing to identify an explanation, and I have wondered about endo or adeno. I feel like my RE at a popular nationwide clinic hasn’t been telling me everything they’re seeing. Example: my doctor said at our pre-transfer consult that I “may” have some signs of adeno from my saline sono/hsg, but not worth pursuing because I have several other euploids. I also found out at my first OB ultrasound that I have several small SCHs and a 2.5 cm fibroid. None of this was brought up by my clinic, even when I had several instances of bright red spotting.

I think I’m looking for wisdom from those who have been here. How do I move forward after a seemingly smooth experience? I was just starting to feel less anxious when this happened. I want to be sure to advocate for myself moving forward. Thanks for any help you can give. 💛

I'm currently on Day 5 post Egg Retrival and didnt receive a call from the lab to tell us how many blastocysts we have. All previous communication was that they'd call me on Day 5. We are also planning to do PGTA testing, and were told we could let them know on Day 5 how many to biopsy.

Given that they didnt call, is there any risk in letting Day 5 embryos grow for another day before biopsy/freezing?

So my husband and I booked a trip to universal this weekend, prior to my ER that was on August 6. I had a high response but no OHSS, my ovaries are back to normal and my period has came and gone. I have some slight right sided aching after having maybe a little too rough of intercourse the other night lol, but other than that, no pain or soreness at all and all my ultrasounds look fine. I wanted to know if anyone else had similar circumstances and went on the rollercoasters just over 2 weeks after ER? My clinic already gave me the go ahead to do it, just wanted some insight from you guys!

I see a cardiologist annually. For the last few years my weight has been on a steady increase. Some but not all can be attributed to IVF meds, since the trend started before I started my first ER.

I got pretty depressed after the second FET failed. I was eating my feelings a little. And the gym schedule is challenging for me because just when I get in a groove I have to stop for IVF. And for me at least getting going again has been tough.

Anyway I’m just here in a shame spiral over the doctor’s comments. Last year she told me to track my macros and I did. Today she looked at my data and said “I’d gain weight if I ate like that”. Oof.

She went on now for the second year in a row about how weight loss improves fertility. My IVF clinic has never once mentioned my weight. Ftr I’m at about 36.5 bmi and 40-45% body fat. I’ve gotten back into strength training and high protein diets, and did intermittent fasting and calorie cutting when not in an active ER or FET cycle.

I’m also confused about balancing weight loss with active IVF treatment. Since we want high quality eggs I am trying not to go into deficit.

I understand the cardiologist is doing her job. And she’s probably right about my macros - eating too many carbs. I tell my partner this but we keep having things like bread, noodles, pizza and fries. At the height of our IVF relationship strain we may need to start eating separate meals. Back to cooking for one?

It just hurts. She also had to mention that aside from her kids(!) getting ill she thinks IVF would be the worst thing to go through. Oh and that she has PCOS! It seemed like she was trying to soften the blow but honestly I wish she and every other non-RE would stop giving unsolicited fertility advice.

Would love to know your:
Age / AMH / AFC
Protocol + starting doses
Days of stims
Retrieved → mature → fertilized → blasts → euploids (if PGT-A)
I’m really curious to compare how different protocols and starting doses worked for people around this age range. Thanks!

Mine Age 29/ 5.2/30
Start 75+75
We need do pgta and pgtm
IVF reason : recurrent loss
Stim next month