For as many years as I've been a blogger, I am brand-spanking new to forums. I'm treating them like my parents would have treated Facebook had I had the extreme misfortune of them finding their way there. You know what I mean: the old folks who have no idea that they're posting a really private conversation on someones public wall? That would've been my folks, but alas, they never did own a computer, so I was saved in that respect. I've already committed a forum faux pas by posting on the wrong board because (like my parents would have been on Facebook), I had no idea I was even in there. Geez. I feel like a fogey.
Anyway, while I've found egg donation forums to be fascinating and informative, there comes a time when a girl just needs to step back and take a deep breath and say, "whoa, buddy, that's a lot of information." Quite honestly, I'm glad I never made my way into forums in my pre-DOR days. I would've driven myself insane with the countless hours of google research after being given 'food for thought' from fellow posters. That's about what I'm doing right now and my head is swimming.
With infertility, is it possible that *some* ignorance can be bliss? I miss the days when my RE would suggest a route to take and, given that it was within reason and that I trusted their opinion, I would take it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I did my homework. I pushed for RPL and genetic testing after only one miscarriage. But did I agonize over every clinic's success rates across the country as I'm doing now? Or ask for additional tests that were beyond a traditional panel? No. When first approaching IVF, I found a clinic with decent success rates within driving distance who accepted my insurance for some diagnostics, met with them, liked them and went for it. Of course, that was back in the days when we were plain old 'straight up' MFI (demonstrating how relative things can be when I can refer to an IVF as 'plain'). Now, I'm questioning everything and combing through SART with a fine-toothed comb, feeling like if I go with 'average' then I'll be short changing myself. I'm suddenly becoming willing to fly across the country for a chance at the 'golden egg'. My husband is labeling it obsessive and I think he might be right.
I haven't gone into these almost-9 years of infertility with blinders. I'm well aware of what's out there, but there has been a level of detail in the infertility community that I have very deliberately avoided so as to not become consumed by it. I understand why others would go that route. You must be your own advocate and I know of a friend who is generally fascinated by it. It's interesting, but fascinated I am not. Searching for clinics and additional tests makes me anxious. I realize that to a certain extent it is a necessary evil, but I want to make my time doing this as short as possible. There's the possibility of there being no end. One discovery can lead to another and another and before you know it, a season has passed and you realize you've spent it with your head in google having heart palpitations. Not my cup of tea.
We'll be meeting with our ridicuously over-priced infertility therapist this Friday and maybe then I'll be cured of this obsession. :)