The Long and Winding Road

This week has been fucked...absolutely fucked.

Tuesday's appointment with the wand monkey brought about talk of cancellation and talk from me of jumping off the nearest bridge. I had 4 follicles at 10,11,12 and 14 mm respectively.

Previous cycles have usually meant that only the 14mm would progress. I was in such a state that if I had blogged about it, all there would have been was an hysterical ululation of pain and grief so great that dogs would have heard it.

I told everyone that I was done and finished with IVF now and for ever and the final U/S on Friday was just a nail in the coffin for formalities sake.

On Friday, a miracle happened and angels danced across the U/S monitor in the form of 16, 18, 18 and 19mm follicles. Four! Twice the amount of last cycle! I sobbed and sobbed as the nurse told me trigger Saturday night and retrieval Monday.

I know it is pathetic in terms of follicle numbers but my ovaries are fucked. All I care about is having at least one to transfer. It really is not much to ask. Please, pretty please?