At my appointment Saturday, I was told "Damn, you're good" by the tech doing my ultrasound. So I figured I could open up my own palm reading business and make a pretty good living. Let me explain...
Cutting to the chase (for those that don't want the dragged out long and very detailed version), I was cleared to start stims this morning!!! We are doing this, yo!
The long version is as follows.
So you know that I mentioned that it felt like I had a cyst. Well, I didn't feel it for a couple of days. I thought I was off the hook. Of course as soon as that thought came into my head, I felt the damn cyst. I signed in at the clinic at 8:30 Saturday morning. They called me back and another woman got up and we both looked confused as did the the girl getting ready to draw our blood. We have the same first name. That's never happened before...the tech even said, "it's not like you have a name like Jennifer or Heather..." She took my blood and then I waited for the u/s. When the tech came in she asked how I was doing and I told her that I didn't have a good feeling and that I'm pretty sure I have a cyst on my left ovary. She inserted the good old vag cam and measured my lining first...looks perfect at 5.8. Then she looked at my right ovary and entered <10, meaning less than 10 antral follicles. She actually had to push on my abdomen a little to get a clear picture. Then she came over to my left ovary. That's when I knew I had psychic powers. There it was, a very impressively large cyst. And in my head I said, "you motherfucker" to my ovary. The tech asked me how painful it was and I told her that it didn't really hurt that much but that I could feel it and I know every time I have one. She said that I still needed to see the nurse and that nothing was definitive yet until my blood work came back with the E2 report. I said, "well, I've been here before...."
The weekend nurse called me into her office and looked as disappointed as I felt. She started filling out my dosage calendar and I told her that I didn't know if she really should be doing that because my cysts are always giving off too much estrogen and delaying me...and that I'll probably just have to stay on these bcp that I hate. She still filled out the calendar and went over it with me. I checked out and the receptionist asked if I needed to make another appointment. I told her no that I had to wait for my afternoon phone call first. I headed out of there and just felt numb. Betrayed by my body...again. I sent BJ a text that I had a cyst and wouldn't be starting anything Monday. When I got home he gave me a hug and showed that he was not happy about the cyst and he always wants to know why I get them. I have no answer for that.
We went about our day and then the call came in just before 3:00pm. The weekend nurse that makes these calls has a British accent and I find myself distracted by how eloquent she sounds. Anyway, she starts out by telling me that my blood work came back great and that I can start my Lupron on Monday...blah, blah, blah. I had to interrupt her. "I'm a little confused...I have a pretty big cyst...isn't it giving off estrogen?" And she says that my E2 level looked good at 25.2 which is really no different than someone without a cyst...the doctor wants it below 50 so you are looking good to go." WOW! What a turn of events. I started taking notes of what she was saying because I just couldn't believe it. I got off the phone and proceeded to tell BJ what she said and gave him a big high 5. Of course, being the cynic that he is he just had to say..."they better be right...that cyst better not interfere with anything."
Yahoo! I was cleared to start stims! I can't even tell you how amazed I am that my body actually didn't let me down this time. Could this be the beginning of a trend? I dare to even hope that this could continue. I said so many thank you's to God Saturday and yesterday, I'm sure He's glad to be thanked instead of being begged for everything. So while I may be able to open my own palm reading business, I don't think I'd be very successful since I was only half right about the outcome of my appointment.
The Lupron has to be refrigerated so that is a minor inconvenience as I have to leave the bedroom first thing in the morning and then come back and shut the cats out. Ever since the bed peeing incident, we haven't let them in the room in the morning. :-( Gizmo raises Hell outside our door once he knows I'm up in the morning. He did ok this morning because BJ had to get up earlier than usual so he had someone downstairs with him pretty quickly. It won't be like that from now on, though. I gave myself the injection without any problems. No rust here, ladies. BJ was over at his vanity and even though I turned my back to him (he's squeamish) I think he snuck a peak of me in my mirror because when I was done he asked me if I "got r done". :-)
I have more to write about our weekend but I will save it for another post. This one is long enough. I'm still so excited to be underway!