Dr. Hope called this morning with good and bad news.
Bad news first: His IVF clinic opening has been pushed back from November to January or February. I’m really disheartened by this development as I’m certainly not getting any younger. This leaves us with some big decisions to make. There are three clinics with high success rates, all an hour and a half away in either Ohio or Louisville. Each of these clinics has a money-back guarantee in place, which is something Dr. Hope does not offer.
The problem with this arrangement is making all the drives to and from Ohio or Louisville and missing so many work hours. I do not want to take advantage of a kind boss. If we choose to wait it out with Dr. Hope, we run the risk of the opening being pushed back repeatedly. It has already been pushed back twice.
Ok, now the good news. Dr. Hope feels it is ok to start another medicated cycle despite the small cysts. He is unsure if it will work without hyper stimulating, though. We are going to start me on the lowest dose of Gonal-F possible – 37.5 iu. My first dose is tonight and I will go in for a follicle scan on Tuesday to check the process. If it starts to look like I could hyper stimulate, then we will cancel the cycle. If we make it to trigger we will try using a half-dose of the HCG.
I hope to remain unattached during this cycle. I don’t want the soul sucking devastation of my first BFN. I NEED to remember that the end of this cycle is not the end of the line. It is the beginning of a more complicated procedure with lots of traveling (assuming we go to Louisville or Cinci), but hardly the end of the line.
I also have to take care of my body to not add to the emotional turmoil. I’m having a hard time making it to the gym and yoga due to a complicated work schedule these days and a lot of after work commitments. I NEED to find a way to make time to exercise every day. It is what keeps me sane.
I wish I could say I’m excited about this cycle, but as of right now, I’m not. I am dreading the smell of the alcohol pads. I am dreading the prick of the needles). I’m dreading the Crazy Lady that accompanies progesterone gel. Hopefully a few days of stiming will help me feel more positive about this process.
In other news, I fly out to Pittsburgh on Friday to visit with my cousins and support Mr. Husband as he presents his research to a pile of awkward, shoe-gazing mathematicians. I have a dream to photograph these mathematicians one day. I want to photograph them in their day-to-day lives and capture the men, and women, behind the math. I find so many mathematicians are wonderful characters who are oddly photogenic. Sadly, this project can’t start until I get my new camera, which I can’t justify buying until I have a baby securely in me. (I know this is ridiculous… I just can’t bring myself to do it!)
And now I’m off to the grocery store to get goodies to prepare dinners for our house sitters this weekend! (They are always well cared for!)