Monday Morning

I woke up excited to be on our IVF journey a mere 2 hours ago. I am now in a depressed, weepy, funk all because of my Dr.'s appointment.

I got there a bit early to drop off our consent forms. I was then called back for the blood draws and the nurse had difficulty finding a vein but got enough for the tests. I then waited in the waiting room again and my nurse coordinator Sarah came to get me. It was nice to finally meet her after emailing and talking to her on the phone for so long. She took me back to the exam room and went over the protocol with me. We discussed when donor sperm will need to be at the office and how to inject meds. (We don't need the class as we've done this before, and it will save us a cool $450.) She then congratulated me on having my period cooperate so we can move forward with this month's cycle and not run into lab closures. I changed into the "drape" and moved next door for the ultrasound. Dr. Opie came in and was all smiles. He looked at my chart (on the computer) and then started checking my uterus out. He said it looked great. He then zooms in on the right ovary (ouch!), and I hear a change in his tone of voice. "Um, (insert nurses name- don't remember right now) can you pull up her last antral follicle scan for me?"

NOT GOOD. NOT GOOD AT ALL.

I immediately start to panic. I ask, "is there a problem?" He tells me he wants to compare this AFC to last as it seems kind of low today. LOW? WHAT?!? He continues looking for antral follicles and all he finds is 2, maybe 3. This is not good. My last AFC I had 8-9 on the right. "Don't worry," he tells me, "It's normal to have some differences from month to month we can still stimulate them and get some good eggs." I'm in full freak out mode now. He zooms to the left ovary and starts counting. He finds 6-7. Last AFC on the left ovary was 10-11. I ask if this means the cycle is a bust. He told me he wasn't sure yet, he'd have to review my blood work and look at my protocol again, but he is afraid with these few antral follicles of over suppression so he would want to shorten my protocol which would run into.... you guessed it....

the LAB CLOSURE!!!!!!!!!!

He pats my leg and tells me to wait for a call this afternoon before starting any meds. I leave the room and get changed. I try to pull it together as I leave the dressing room. I run into kind nurse Sarah, and she gives my arm a squeeze and more consent forms (we have to sign them there apparently) and says, "well we tried to make this cycle work." To say I'm upset and frustrated is an understatement. Now I just have to wait for the call....