Two women on my blog roll (I actually thought it was almost all of them - mostly because I'm prone to exaggeration) and two women in my "real life" and several women on the fertility forum site where I used to hang/post have all received natural BFP's AFTER years of TTC, massive sums of cash forked over to fertility clinics, tons of BFN's, tears and finally the joy of success. Happily, off they went with baby in hand, spooked by the clinical nature of their conception but mostly just damned happy to be mothers.
Birth control? HAAAAAA! Of course not, after that history, would you? But low and behold. They became those women. You know who. The women every annoying know-it-all felt compelled to tell you about when you were knee-deep in follistim injectibles and fertility bills. The women who tried and tried and tried and tried FOREVER to have a child - first by YEARS of regular, unprotected sex and then more years of timed, medicated transfers of beautiful embryos. Only after many of the latter did they finally bring home a baby and voila, they'd report a natural pregnancy not long after.
The stuff of legends? I used to think so. I thought it was 99 parts bullshit, 1 part grain of truth (the pregnancy was truth - how they got there I seriously doubted).
But it's happened too often in my very short sample of infertiles for me to ignore. It happens. And often. There, I said it. Curse me. Whatever. But I calls it as I sees it.
And no, I don't believe it has anything to do with "relaxing" and that these women, now mothers, relieved so much inner stress that their bodies did what they hadn't previously done. No, I don't actually believe that. But I do think there may be some kind of hormonal righting, something that triggers the body to finally do what it just couldn't. Hell, I don't know. I'm no scientist - CLEARLY. I just know that pregnancy changed my body in every single way (none of which was good, frankly) and I would be foolish not to allow for the possibility that it stirs the chemistry just enough, cleans out the pipes ever so diligently that...natural conception becomes far more likely.
A mutual friend Kathy. Eight years, countless IVF's and finally, twin boys. When they were 8 months and she was going out of her mind trying to juggle it all, she was nauseaus. Isabella was born 9 months later. She never had unprotected sex again.
A colleague. Two years of IVF. A baby girl. Six months later. Holy shit, she was pregnant.
Emmeline's mommy. IVF after too many years of unprotected sex yielded no baby. Fresh IVF at CCRM, BFN. Adoption paperwork. FET, BFP. Beautiful little lady. 1.5 years later, miscarriage (read: natural conception) and 12 weeks ago, BFP. Twins, albeit identical (so 1 damned good egg/embryo split). Still. WTF?
Emily. Three failed IVF's after 4 years of unprotected sex and no baby. Finally, a little girl after a successful FET. And when her daughter was about to turn 1, a late period turned into a second daughter. Surprise!
There are actually several others but it's late and you get the point.
I've now turned into one of those women (roll eyes) who absolutely thinks you can get pregnant naturally, despite blowing six figures at the highest end clinics, despite going donor egg route, despite decades of infertility.
The recipe, as far as I can tell is this: regular sex, unblocked fallopian tubes in a woman under 40.
Then again, is that really so magical? Isn't that what everyone has to have?
Perhaps infertiles have just been handed so much shit for so long and had to suck it up and push on to build their families that when years later the very mundane, normal course of things happens - pregnancy - they're ready to call the Vatican and have it declared a miracle.
Awesome. Wonderful. Unexpected. Yes, all of those things. But just pretty normal. And a very very good normal, indeed.
Oh and about us....we're good. I have the most delightful, feisty, ridiculously smart firecracker. She'll outwit me before her 10th birthday. Until then, I'll pretend I'm a formidable opponent. Wish me luck. ;) and here's a recent shot of the little lady who owns my heart. Next month she'll be 2. Wow!
There were a couple of ladies that made choices to take different paths and despite loving my daughter more than my own life by leaps and bounds, I can honestly say that motherhood has given me a unique perspective on being childfree. I don't think my life was less happy or complete than it is now. It was merely different, so I know without a shadow of a doubt that either path brings an equally rich and fulfilled life.
Continued happiness, my beautiful sisters.