So this morning was supposed to be my final scan before egg collection (man, I’m looking forward to some sedation after this week/month of work!) but true to form my body hasn’t been cooperating.
The first sign of anything to be concerned about was when the nice doctor (not Dr Fit, phew – let’s call him Dr Nice) had a good ol’ dig around and called in another doctor for a second opinion. The other doc was also nice (they’re all nice) and reassured me that sometimes the follicles don’t grow as much as they expect. Typical.
So where we’re at is that my follicles haven’t really made much progress since Wednesday. Those tiny mice (see yesterday’s post) are not doing their job, or in other words the Gonal F is not really stimulating my ovaries enough to get the eggs ripening properly. I had a few on my left and even fewer on my right, and the largest follicle was 13. Given that Dr Fit said on Wednesday that they were hoping to get a minimum of 3 x 18, that means I’m some way off.
On the plus side (okay it’s not really a plus side but I’ll take what I can get) Dr Nice informed me when I asked about bloating (I am soooo fat lately) that this was entirely expected and a good thing. This means that my ovaries are getting their freak on (or not) and they’re trying to grow the follicles which hold the eggs which should eventually get harvested sometime next week.
So for me that means more Gonal F (tiny mice punches, named after the bruising the injections leave me with on my stomach) and potentially an egg collection on Wednesday or Thursday. Half of me thinks that they’re just placating me and maybe they won’t grow at all and we’ll just have to can it. But I don’t know. I just have to hope that they’ll grow.
Grow, little eggs, grow!