I love Mr R! He say yes!

Well that cheeky DG beat me to sharing the good news. On my own pc as well! The nerve!

I rang the clinic first thing this morning and got no answer, 8.30, still no answer. 9am I realise I’ve been ringing the wrong number! Dial again and get straight through, and just as DG walks through the door. I ask for the results of my oestradiol test from Friday, its not good good. 25,000. The number on its own wouldn’t have meant that much if I didn’t already know that that high would be bad. I could have cried there and then, I instantly lost the remains of my sense of humour, and when dh called shortly after to check how I was I fought to stay on top of it all.

The drive down there took a long time, well to me it did. There was no best option really from what we could think. At best I thought the scan would show things weren’t too bad and they’d try coasting and do another blood test (grrrr yucky things) and we’d be left in limbo for a few more days.

We only had to wait a very short while in the waiting room which always helps. My two little monsters try their best at being good but both have the attention span of a goldfish so its shortlived, and they’re usually causing havoc well before we even get to go in.

Mr R drew up a chair at the head end to my left while nice nurse sat the other side and prepared dildocam for go. As she did a quick scan across it was quite clear that my ovaries have filled all of my lower abdomen and are in fact meeting in the middle. Kissing as Mr R put it. You could see all the follicles were now looking pretty big but in my mind this probably wasn’t good. Mr R took his turn with the probe made a few passing comments and then said, ‘There are some good signs and some not good. Yes’

Yes! Yes what!

I looked mildly confused before he said he was happy for us to ahead for egg collection on Wednesday! I told him I could happily jump up and kiss him however, with my legs in stirrups and nothing to cover my modesty other than a thin paper toga, I thought it best to stay put!

Apparently it looks as though there is nothing in there but ovary and follicles, which is a good thing, no other fluid to show signs of a problem. They don’t have to contend with me getting pregnant and the extra issues that would cause. Also helped that my only symptoms are the bloomin uncomfortableness from having ovaries the size of … oh I don’t know, what’s 7cm? A softball? They’re big anyway. I can feel them easily just by pressing my stomach gently, and they go g’dong insdie when I walk. They’re big!

When we asked if all this meant I had PCOS he laughed, and said Yes. (I guess that was funny lol, I think I was still looking confused at this point) Not that it should affect me much but if I want afterwards he will treat the PCOS accordingly. Good to know. This however brought up the question of egg quality, and again he laughed when he looked at my monsters, the fact I have never miscarried, and still managed to get pregnant twice with dh’s swimmer levels.

He didn’t even want to restest my oestradiol levels today. His answer was ‘No I don’t want to know!’. Which to anyone else may sound a little flippant but his point was that I have around 40 follicles with at least 30 of these at around 18-20mm, my levels will be through the roof because of this and knowing them doesn’t really help.

To stay on the safe side he is going to monitor things carefully. I will be back in Saturday to be scanned and if necessary will be brought back in early next week to take out fluid. I will start back on Suprecur the night of egg collection to help bring things down too. Apparently this treatment is a little old school, but it works and they’ll be using it in conjunction with everything else they can do too.

Its going to get worse before it gets better, but hey! Its going to get better and there’s an end in sight!

So tonight is Pregnyl night. 10,000 iu at 11.30pm precisely. We have glass vial breaking and powder mixing to contend with. But, it can’t be that hard can it?