The Saga Continues

Ten units of Lupron and one hundred units of Menopur... that's my nightly regimen for about 12 days. I remember when I first start how hard it was to even think about sticking myself with a needle. But, now I can fill a syringe like a 3^rd-year med student and poke myself in the belly like nobody’s business. The key is to take a deep breath in & stick yourself on the exhale. In fact, the only thing I notice is the mass of belly fat that resembles an arctic seal in the middle of winter. That’ll take your mind off of a little needle prick any day. Along with the injections, come visits to the fertility clinic about every three days. At every appointment, the medical assistant takes my blood pressure and weight. For some reason, the scale at the clinic gives a different reading than my scale at home. Even though I always ask the assistant to take off about 3 pounds for the weight of my clothes and shoes, she never does. So, my last appointment was no different than the others.

After the weigh-in, I’m led to the exam room where the pictures are interesting to look at (the show the development of a baby from conception to birth), the air condition is set a bit too low, and the sonogram machine is the focal point of the room. The doctor enters the room, greets me, looks at my eggs on the sono screen and tells me that my eggs are progressing well. This time the doctor counted about six potential little ones getting ripe & ready for man seed. This cycle my right ovary is leading 5 to 1. Being on my third cycle, this news is routine. Hopefully, I’ll have a different outcome… in due time.