I know I’m overdue for an update. Here’s what’s been happening.
I went for bloodwork and ultrasound last Wednesday. Then we had Simchat Torah and Shabbat. And now it’s Sunday.
Had another appointment this morning and another ultrasound. Looks like I ovulated on Friday-Saturday-ish. Although it’s too late to do anything this cycle, the doc says we’ll do an IUI (either injectible or clomid-but definitely medicated) next month.
Here’s what we learned today in class:
1. I ovulate beautifully. I had one 14mm follicle as of last Wednesday and it assumed it grew to about 22mm before it graduated from Rose (my left ovary — yes, they have names) on Saturday morning.
2. As per above, we have been lumped soundly and categorically back in the “male factor infertility” group. This has upsides and downsides. It makes my hubby feel a bit like shit, but it also means that a) this should be fairly easy to fix with either IUI or IVF, b) it’s much easier than mucking around with my bits and c) it means there is no reason to suspect that I will do anything other than thrive if we do get preggo (B’ezrat HaShem).
3. Due to the fact that my husband’s sperm sample resembles a Special Olympics swim team, the doc feels there is no good reason to go the Clomid only or non-medicated IUI route. In heavily accented English: “You do not have to worry to greatly about a large-number multiple pregnancy on IUI. It’s unlikely your husband can fertilize anything without our help.” Yeah. Ouch. But this also calms most of my fears and makes me more willing to give it a shot.
4. Speaking of shots, they use the same Serono drugs I know and love here. No word on the PIO yet, but I’m thinking of developing an allergy to sesame oil.
Gotta run. They’re shooing me out of Cafe Hillel in Tel Aviv. I’ve been here for ages since the Internets went down at Casa Kirby. No more appointments until CD1, but I have lots of other good tidbits to write about shortly.