Boy the fertility center was packed on Saturday. I looked around the room at all the different couples in the waiting room. It was so cool to see people from all walks of life – younger couples, “older” couples (“old” in fertility years. they say a woman’s success rate goes down dramatically at 35 years), same sex couples, and then us. We, fortunately, would still fit in that “younger couple” group. Anyways, there were so many people there. So many people going through the same journey as we are. Some just beginning down this infertility road and some probably nearing their end. It really gave me a sense of normalcy for once. I’m not alone. Infertility is so common. I wanted to go around to each couple or woman and pick their brain and ask them about their story. Ask them how they got here, ask them how long they’ve been trying. I wasn’t going for the crazy-lady-look tho so I kept my mouth shut but I wanted so bad to hear someone else’s journey to make me feel reassured we can do this together.
We got to our appointment a little early cuz we didn’t know how long it was going to take to get there and what the parking situation would be. This was the first monitoring appointment Brandon was able to be at and it was nice having him see what these appointments entail. They called me back for my ultrasound with a group of other woman. I told Brandon it felt like we were herding cattle. We were led to a second waiting room. A second waiting room? That’s how big the Chicago office is. So many people and so many waiting rooms. Brandon and I sat down and just as I was thinking “gee I wonder how long we’ll have to wait in this room for” I heard the nurse yell “Antonia G”. Sweet, first in line!
I laid on the exam table with my feet up in the stirrups, a position I’m oh so familiar with, and was introduced once again to my new best friend, the vaginal probe. Oh, hello old friend good to see you again.
With my nerves pulsing I quickly asked the nurse if she was still seeing 6 follicles on the right side to which she replied “I don’t know dear, I just started”. :::Ok, calm down Toni. Give her a chance to do her job:::
So I sat there while she measured and measured and Brandon was watching the screen probably wondering what the hell he was looking at. When she was done she gave us our numbers. The moment of truth.
3 on the left and 7 on the right. 10 follies ranging in size from 8.8mm-16.9mm. A good size follicle for ovulation is 18-24mm. So while I’m happy with the amount of follicles I’m still praying for them to reach a mature size. See there’s just so many things to worry about and over analyze!
When my nurse called later she informed us of the ultrasound results again and said that my estrogen was trending good at 649. “Uhh, ok is that good?” I asked her. She said that it was and my last estrogen level was 250.
So me being me I googled “estrogen levels during IVF” as soon as I got off the phone with her. I read that each mature follicle should be producing an estrogen level of 150-200.
Cue Toni freak-out-mode. Here are the thoughts running through my head:
- If each follicle should be producing a level of 200 and I only have 650, does that mean I only really have 3 good follicles in there?
- Why would my nurse say my estrogen is trending well? 650 sounds like a horrible number now that I’ve asked Dr Google (cue palm to face).
- This IVF cycle is going to be a bust. This is all for nothing. I bet they’re not going to get even 1 good follicle. My body sucks. I can’t believe I thought it had potential to do this.
- I’m definitely gonna have to do 12 more rounds of IVF to get a good number of follicles.
Yeah. I’m absolutely insane, I know. Insane is probably an understatement. Bat shit crazy? Yeah that’s more like it.
After talking myself down from my mental break-down I proceeded with my normal life. I’ve managed to take my mind off of it (at least until I go in again tomorrow for my next ultrasound/blood work appointment). Med protocol is the same for now – still 3 shots a night.
Today helped keep my mind occupied on other things. We had my niece, Lyla’s baby dedication ceremony. Here’s me feeling pretty and letting my mind be free of IVF worries. Anyone know where the bathrooms are in this place?