My husband is a pro. Of course I always knew that, but now it’s official. He is mixing drugs, filling up syringes, and emptying them into my aforementioned soft fleshy underbelly.
My IVF coordinator is a saint. She showed us how to mix the Gonal-F and Menopur together so that I can have just one shot a night.
My RE is a taciturn man. He had very little to say to us yesterday. But he was perceptive enough to notice that darling Wanda had me almost in tears,* so he may have rushed the ultrasound a little, which may be why …
My left ovary was nowhere to be found.
I know I have one!
It has hidden out behind my uterus before, but my RE has always managed to find it eventually by pressing down on my abdomen (which I’m very, very grateful he didn’t do yesterday). He noted that if it doesn’t come into a better position he won’t be able to get any eggs from it at my retrieval, so it’s time to step it up, lefty!
I had 6 antral follicles on the right ovary and (presumably) some undetermined number on the elusive lefty. Is that good for a CD2 scan? I tried to ask about whether we’re likely to retrieve more than 6 eggs, but all I could get out of the doctor was that we will just have to wait and see. Am I looking at a maximum of 6?
Next scan is Saturday morning. Here’s hoping both ovaries will have come out to play by then.
* This is because this month I was not allowed to take anything but Tylenol for my cramps. Tylenol can KISS MY ASS.