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I wasn’t sure if I should even share this.
We’re not exactly the kind of couple people feel confident about when it comes to IVF.
We’re both older. And after a while, you start to feel it—even without people saying it directly.
By the time we reached our third failed cycle, it wasn’t just disappointment anymore.
It was the repetition.
Trying, waiting, adjusting…
and still ending up in the same place.
We were tired.
Not in a dramatic way.
Just… quietly.
That was when we started thinking about adoption.
It didn’t come from hope.
It came from a kind of acceptance.
Like maybe this was where things were leading.
Someone introduced us to an agent.
We spoke over the phone.
I still remember how she talked—very fast, very certain.
She kept saying that at our age, especially with my husband being much older,
the chances were almost not there.
That even if fertilization happened, it wouldn’t hold.
And then she said something that really stayed with me.
That couples we see who succeed at this age—
they’re usually not using their own sperm.
That doctors wouldn’t tell you that directly.
I didn’t respond immediately.
Part of me understood why she would say that.
But it also didn’t sit right with me.
There are people who took longer, who needed more attempts,
but still went through it with their own embryos.
It’s not simple—but it’s also not one fixed outcome.
My husband had recorded the call.
He didn’t fully understand everything during the conversation,
so I explained it to him after.
He listened quietly.
And then he said he didn’t believe it.
Not completely.
Not enough to stop.
He wasn’t arguing with her.
He just didn’t accept that this was the only version of the truth.
That was the point where things shifted for us.
We didn’t continue the conversation with the agent after that.
And we didn’t talk about adoption again.
Not because it was wrong.
But because we weren’t ready to let go of IVF yet.
Even after three cycles.
Even after everything that didn’t work.
We decided to try one more time.
If this feels familiar,
and you’re not sure what to do next,