Monday, February 25, 2013

Another brick in the wall… Another bump in the road

So as mentioned previously, Brandon and I decided to cancel our IUI cycle and proceed with IVF. We talked about it, we agonized over it and we realized that the reality of things was that we needed IVF. Ok fine – this should be easy. I take provera, I get my period 3-4 days later and then boom – we start the cycle. If only it was that simple…

I started the provera on December 26th – I took the 5 days of medication and I waited. If things had gone as planned, I would have gotten my period either January 3 or January 4. Nope – didn’t happen. I woke up the morning of January 7th and all signs pointed to day 1. Thank goodness! I am only off by 3 or 4 days, that’s not such a big deal. Jordan and I dated out my protocol, we made the necessary appointments and I began my mental prep to start my IVF cycle. When I got home, there were no signs that I had ever even had the first day of my cycle. What the haymaker?

When I got to work the next day, I talked to Jordan. She was just as baffled as me. So we asked Dr. Levy what I should do. He recommended we do an ultrasound. Woof – not my favorite thing. Margaret (who is not only one of the most incredible women I have ever met, but also one of the BEST sonographers EVER) did my ultrasound. Turns out I have an ovarian cyst on my right ovary… and two more on my left. Oh goody. So we added on some blood work for good measure to find out just what was going on with my little buddies.
my lovely right ovary... ain't she a beauty
my totes gorg left ovary... as you can see, this cyst brought a friend to the party
As usual, Jordan and I met with Dr. Levy in the afternoon to review patients’ results and today, review my results as well. The cysts did not seem to bother him one bit. Apparently, it's just some leftover fun from the clomid crazies. Huh - no shit.  My blood work levels reflected that things were normal and the cysts weren’t an issue (just an annoyance). So why did the provera not induce my period? Because sometimes that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

So now we’re back to the waiting game. The control freak in me is dying a little bit.