I went for a scan this morning to see if we can pretty please with sugar on top do another round.
Nope. No cycling for me. This time my ovaries dished up not one, not two, not three, or four but FIVE cysts that are between 5 and 6 mm each. After a round of birth control pills.
I didn’t even know it was possible to grow cysts while on birth control. I thought the point of a month of suppression was to, well, suppress all the crap growing on them.
I guess I should have added sugar AND a cherry on top to help win the universe over. Stupid me.
Now I am stuck at work watching the phone and waiting for Dr. Hope’s office to call back with instructions on what the heck to do next. I’m so tired of this game.