To piggy-back on last night's post and actually fill you guys in on the details... the title of this post seems appropriate. I'm holding on to these words right now: (Go watch the video from last night if you don't know this song.)
I'm trading my sorrow
I'm trading my shame
I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord
I'm trading my sickness
I'm trading my pain
I'm laying it down for the joy of the Lord
And we say yes Lord
yes Lord yes yes Lord
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord Amen
I'm pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned
Struck down but not destroyed
I'm blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure
And his joy's gonna be my strength
Though the sorrow may last for the night
His joy comes with the morning
I'll be completely honest with you, the news wasn't what I was praying for or hoping to hear... but in all - it was encouraging. Somehow that hasn't stopped the crazy roller coaster of emotions that I have been feeling ever since the doctor's appointment yesterday. Lets just say... the tears have been coming early and often... and at the weirdest times!
Poor John - I went straight to his office from the doctor's - and the first thing I did when I saw him was break down. He commented: "I bring out the best in you, huh?" Which honestly, no... he just brings out the real me... the one that I don't have to hide and try to keep together for the rest of the world. With him, I can be me... raw and unfiltered.
So here is the part where we get to the details of the visit... for those that might not want to read all the stats and details (DAD) - skip down to the bottom... where I wrap it all up in a bow.
It was another wonderfully horrific visit - you know complete with the ultrasound of death... only this time it's longer and more horrifying because they not only look at the ovaries, but they measure each follicle that is in them.
It all starts with those words that no woman wants to hear... "Scoot down to the edge of the table for me"... and endless small talk while you are desperately trying to disappear.
With the Clomid - they are looking for follicles to be 20 mm in size - which would indicate a mature egg is inside and ready to be ovulated. In my case the first dose produced follicles about 10 mm in size. It did produce about 5 follicles that were measured - 4 on the right and 1 on the left. I'm not completely convinced that she saw everything on the left because I never saw it on the screen like I did with the right - so who knows?!
With the follicles being only half the size that they want them to be - they opted not to give me the ovulation medication... he could have given me a dose to take tomorrow, but in their experience - giving the medication on day 17 or later significantly increases the probability of miscarriage.
When asked - they didn't give me much hope, but did say that it is possible for me to ovulate on my own... so I should be acting as if that might happen.
They took some blood to run an estrogen level and a testosterone level to see how those are doing right now. The estrogen level will tell them more about what is happening with my ovaries, and egg development. The testosterone level will tell them how things are going on that side - and mainly if my testosterone level has gone back up at all since going off of the pill. She said a level of 100 or more would be a good level.
If you remember - I was on the pill last month to bring that level down, and for some women Clomid can raise testosterone levels again... which prevents ovulation from naturally occurring. If that level has gone back up - I might have to go back on the Femcon FE for a couple of weeks before continuing on with our next cycle. This level we are hoping to be less than 40.
On Monday, they will run a progesterone level to see if I did in fact ovulate - if that level is 10 or more - it indicates that I did successfully ovulate... and there might be a glimmer of hope for this month. (I'm trying not to hang my hat on that for now though.)
If no pregnancy occurs this month, we will start over the whole process next month - which means two more dates with the ultrasound torture chamber, and more drugs. Depending on the testosterone readings - the plan right now is for me to up the Clomid to three pills a day next month from the 2 that I took this last time. If the testosterone is a problem - they might have to look into another drug that doesn't raise that level.
(DAD - check back in) That is where we are right now - sort of waiting and seeing what might happen... they should get my results back from the blood work today or tomorrow, and once the doctor looks them over - they'll call me with some more information.
It might not sound like the doctor visit was as bad as I made out, but I just can't even begin to explain the emotions that come with this process... you go from completely hopeful to a pity party in seconds, and even though I am faithful that Jesus has a plan for us - it is hard to not get angry and upset when things don't cooperate.
The financial implications are huge as well - each cycle is $600 and that is while we are NOT doing insemination... those would be another $300 on top of that... so it is stressful to me on that front. I was somewhat fearful that we could only keep up at this pace for a couple of months, but John has told me to not worry about that... so I'm trying to put that portion of it out of my mind for now, and just pray for God to provide whatever is needed - and of course for him to provide a healthy baby and pregnancy.
I am so thankful that I have such wonderful friends - some really special women rallied around me last night - and I am forever grateful for all of them... Renee, Danielle, Natalie, and Jenn... thanks for listening and chatting with me last night. To so many others - thanks for your prayers and encouragement.