I was sitting in the waiting room of the fertility clinic. It was nearly my turn to go in and I felt a familiar lurch of my stomach. Getting on the infertility rollercoaster again can be nauseating. You never know what’s going to happen. You are entirely at the mercy of your body. However, I’ve learnt a few things on my previous ride. Everything started going right for me last time when I went to Medfem and saw Dr R. So I’m starting in the right place this time, hopeful and prayerful that Nicky can have a sibling.
It was reassuring that he remembered me and my miracle situation last time (getting pregnant right before IVF). The laparoscopy and the thyroid meds did the trick.
However, that was back in 2011. Time has not been kind to my reproductive organs. I’m turning 41 in March.
Dr R did a scan and showed me that my uterus looks fine, but my ovaries are small. This means that I don’t have many eggs left. He said that a full blown IVF would be a waste of time because apparently you need “numbers” for that. And I don’t have the “numbers”.
So what do we do now?
We hope for natural conception while doing a whole lot of detective work to set things up for a best case scenario.
And tests. A whole lot of tests. I have to go and do:
1) Fasting test for insulin, TSH, Free T4, Thyroid antibodies, and Prolactin (to check if the breastfeeding is affecting things, but he seemed to think not)
2) Day 3 of my cycle: FSH, 17-B Oestradiol
3) Day 10 come in for a scan
4) Test (to check for endometriosis)
Well folks, here’s hoping for another miracle…