Une proposition de loi pour plus de DPI — Association de patients de l’AMP et de personnes infertiles.

Le professeur René Frydman nous a informé du dépôt, le 16 novembre, d’une proposition de loi par des députés socialistes. Cette proposition concerne l’élargissement de l’utilisation du diagnostic préimplantatoire. Ce DPI ne peut, à l’heure actuelle, être réalisé qu’en cas de maladie génétique avérée que les parents ne souhaitent pas transmettre à leurs futurs enfants. […]

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TTC Mug Exchange 2016. — Starbucks, Peace, and the Pursuit of a Baby

It’s time for our 2016 TTC Mug Exchange! Wooohooooo! Last time we had nearly 800 ladies participate and it was a BLAST! All women in all phases of infertility (trying to conceive, pregnant, adopting, new moms, etc… more details on this below!) are invited to participate.I absolutely LOVE how all of these women come together to support one […]

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The little embryo or/and oocyte, or/and spermatozoid, or/and uterus? that couldn’t quite

I knew our beta on Wednesday was a little low, but I tried to hold onto hope even though my gut feeling was telling me otherwise.  A couple tear and sobs escaped yesterday, but today I feel essentially numb.  I never imagined our battle with infertility would be this painful and complicated.  I never fathomed we would go through 4 full IVF cycles, only to be left with empty arms and heavy hearts.  We have not come to the end of the road on our journey towards growing our family, but the road ahead has suddenly become immeasurably more complicated.  I feel like we have been abandoned at a fork in the road, with no map or directions and a multitude of paths to choose from, not knowing how many of them might run into dead ends.  We are not ready to give up, but we don’t know how much more we can handle nor where to devote the precious energy and hope that we have left.

I think I can, I think I can…

Little PajIMG_4137arito is trying hard to make his/her little nest in my uterus.  The gynecologist recommended adding a little progesterone today to give my body a helping hand, since my progesterone level came back a bit low.  We know we have a long way to go, but are holding onto hope while we wait for Beta #2 on Friday (10dp5dt).

P.S. Merci Ptbichon et La Boutique des Idées Fertiles pour ce petit penguin tout mignon.  Il attend ce jour depuis de longs mois au fond de mon tiroir à chaussettes.


I decorated our front door in anticipation of our little embryo’s arrival in my uterus.


Our transfer on Tuesday of our little embryo Pajarito (baby bird in Spanish) went smoothly. I am grateful for the uncomplicated transfer, but a bit saddened that it lacked the touch of magic and warmth that I so yearn for.  I went for a quick scan the afternoon before our transfer.  During the scan, my RE pointed to an area of my uterus and pronounced the ominous word adenomyosis.  I wasn’t able to formulate the questions that might have helped put my mind at ease and she offered no explanations nor reassurance, just that one word.  On all of my previous ultrasounds my uterus has looked perfect.  I feel heartbroken that the month I’m finally able to welcome our little Pajarito to my uterus, this anomaly has clouded the confidence I worked so hard to gain.  I feel like my world had been turned upside down, and that the reassurance of my plan Bs has been swept away by this one word so casually pronounced.  I am trying so hard to be supportive to our little Pajarito and to visualized her gently implanting into one of the areas of my endometrium that is beautiful and health.  My husband is amazingly supportive and keeps telling me he has hope for two.  I too am holding on to hope, but the peacefulness of this wait is more difficult to foster.  I decided not to work during the whole wait this time, something I have never allowed myself to do in the past.  I slept most of the day on Tuesday and yesterday, which surprised me.  I think it was my body’s way of reminding me that this process takes so much out of me and just how important it is for me to take time to nurture my body as well as my mind.  I am trying to pull myself away for that ominous word from Monday’s appointment and nurture positivity. For the first time I have decided to give our little embryo a name. I’m hoping our little Pajarito is nestling down. I have been finding great comfort in music recently and found a little Irish ballad called “My Singing Bird” to play to Pajarito on my cello. Your mama and papa love you very much little Pajarito.


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