Last Wednesday, I finally had my appointment with the Nurse Practitioner my doctor referred me to.
I was nervous all morning leading up to the appointment, but thankfully, the appointment itself wasn’t awful at all - I really liked the NP, and I got some very good information. The ultrasound was quick and painless. My ute looked good, however … I finally got the diagnosis that I’ve been worried about since we started TTC - it turns out I have PCOS. I’ve had a suspicion all along, despite being told that my blood work came back in normal ranges, so I wasn’t completely shocked by the diagnosis, but it still sucks. At least now I know for sure, and we can attempt to treat the problem.
After the ultrasound, I sat down with my NP (after getting dressed again, obviously) and she laid out the plan for the rest of this cycle. She renewed my prescription for Clomid, but decreased it to 50mg instead of 100mg to hopefully avoid more cramping. I have a follow up ultrasound scheduled for CD15 (the Saturday after Thanksgiving), and if I have a good looking follicle, I have the option of getting an hCG trigger shot so that I’ll ovulate, and then … we “get busy” and wait. A week later, I’ll have to go back to get my progesterone levels tested again, and that finishes out this cycle.
There is a lot to be excited about for this cycle. I’ll have a chance to see what is actually going on inside my ovaries on Saturday. We’ll find out if the Clomid is working the way it’s supposed to or not. We’ll have a plan in place for the next cycle if this one isn’t successful. We will be one step closer to having our family. All of these things are great for keeping me positive about this process. And if it doesn’t work out this time, I’m hoping the plan will make the disappointment sting a little less.
I have until Saturday afternoon to keep my hopes reasonably high, and I’m going to keep sending egg grow-y vibes to my ovaries so that we have something to work with on Saturday. Wish me luck :)
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