This morning, I saw the most beautiful second line. Clear, real, and full of hope.
It’s taken so much to get here. Last year, I went through two failed IVF cycles at a different clinic. Both ended in heartbreak. We always suspected my tubes were part of the problem. I’d had a laparoscopy in the past to unblock them, and while it was technically successful, pregnancy never came.
This summer, I started again with a new clinic. My first cycle there ended in a chemical pregnancy. One of those almosts that quietly break you. But I didn’t want to give up. I went straight into another round.
During monitoring for that second cycle, fluid was seen in my tubes. I had surgery mid-cycle to have both tubes clipped. It was a lot, but I just kept going because I knew I had to try with everything I had.
We transferred 3 day-3 embryos with embryo glue. At 5dp3dt I had some light pink spotting and started testing the next day. Since then, I’ve seen the line grow stronger each day. Today at 8dp3dt, it’s a clear positive. I’ve attached a photo of my progression for anyone who is in their own wait and needs some hope.
I’ve spent the entire summer away from home and away from my children to give this everything I could. It hasn’t been easy, but today I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time — peace.
If you’re still in the middle of this journey, still waiting, still picking yourself up after disappointment, I see you. I was you just days ago. Please don’t lose hope. Your story isn’t over yet.
Happy to answer questions or just be here if anyone needs to talk.