I’m trying not to be as excited as I am, but I can’t help it. This week we are starting the medications that will hopefully give Nick a sibling. We have been “trying” for about 5 months but we knew nothing would happen. Now we are trying for real. I’m trying to not get excited in case the clomid doesn’t work, but it’s hard because it worked first go for Nick. After a lot of Ums and Ahs over when would be the right time to start (due to building a new house), my body started a cycle all by itself so we decided that now is the time! (though I wish it started before I bought the medication to actually start it).
So for those that haven’t read my previous post, I have PCOS. Basically my body doesn’t produce the right chemicals levels throughout the month and my follicles don’t mature and release. All in all, it becomes difficult to conceive because I don’t ovulate. To conceive, we have to have some medications that move my hormones to create the trigger for ovulation. This time around, we are only taking the clomid and not the metamorfin as well. By all rights, the metamorfin should be doing nothing for me as it’s for those that are overweight. Our previous doctor prescribed it as he thought it couldn’t hurt. Our current doctor, figured we will give the clomid a go and if it doesn’t work by itself, then we can try some cycles with the metamorfin included.
At this point, I’m really working with Nick to help him become as independent as possible. That way whenever we manage to have a new little one, Nick won’t need to be picked up, etc. He absolutely loves being “a big boy”. Every time I give him a new challenge, he completes it with flying colours and starts looking for the next.
So everything is done. Medication has been taken, scan has been booked. Now all that’s left is to wait. I hate waiting so much. It won’t be for another half a week before we can see what effect the clomid has had. The closer to the scan I get, the more nervous I become. I really want this to work so much.
What happens from here is we will get a scan to see how many follicles the medication has matured, then if there is one (only one), we will start trying to conceive.
The day of my scan came and I ended up really sick. I drank the litre water I needed and then threw it up, so I had to drink it again. I managed to get through it though. And after a lot of calls our doctor finally got back to us. He said that we didn’t have a dominant follicle and to skip this cycle and with the next one the ultrasound a couple of days later in the cycle.
I was devastated, but my husband had lots of questions, after calling the doctor a lot more, he got back to us again. Turns out, while we don’t have a dominate follicle we do have one that is larger than the rest and could still be growing. The doc told me that when he said skip this cycle he meant we stop monitoring it. Right. With the assurances that we definitely only have one follicle (don’t really want multiples if we can avoid it), we are starting to try to conceive.
We have done all we can do. It either worked or it didn’t. There is no way to know right now.