^^ See that big fancy medical term above? ^^ Yeah. That’s me. That’s why I haven’t gotten pregnant.
Dr. B himself performed today’s u/s since the ultrasound tech was out of the office. That 21 mm follicle that I was so happy about on Tuesday? It should’ve ruptured by now, releasing the egg in its tiny grip of follicle-ness so the egg can travel into the fallopian tube to be ready for fertilization (Basically speaking; my medical expertise is pretty rudimentary). Instead, the follicle has grown to 35 mm and counting. 20 – 25 mm is the range they like to see for follicles: more or less than that is worrisome. So,,, there’s no egg being released, meaning all the work DH and I’ve done this week to fertilize the little sucker was for nada. Pretty freakin bummed right about now. It feels too unfair, too extraordinary, too unlikely, but nonetheless real…
Dr. B says LUFS (acronyms are my thing) is extremely uncommon in the general public, but is found in endometriosis patients. I return to his office again this Monday for another u/s and more blood work to definitely determine or rule out LUFS. Dr. B’s been an RE for a very long time, so I think his speculation is probably pretty accurate here. To “solve” LUFS, I need to be monitored again during OV next month, and if LUFS shows up again, then I have to give myself HCG injections to make the follicle rupture. Fun stuff.
The other major thing from today’s visit is they LOST DH’s sperm sample that I brought in on Tuesday! Like totally forgot all about it! Now it’s un-testable and we’ll need to provide another one. I’m completely floored! I even called ahead to Dr. B’s office on Monday to let them know I’d be bringing it, handed it to reception with DH’s name, DOB, insurance info, and ID—the whole nine yards. Well, the girl in reception simply forgot all about it, nor did she remember to mention that we’d brought it in at all to the doctor. She didn’t apologize for it either; instead, I found out secondhand from another staff member who pulled me to the side and told me, then indicated that she’d take the blame for it. I’m trying very hard to be understanding about this, because accidents truly do happen, but at the same time I can’t help but be somewhat infuriated by total lack of medical professionalism on the reception peoples’ part. As in, IF is already stressful enough, visiting the RE is stressful enough, so having to provide a second sample when I went out of my way to get them the first sample is only stress piled upon stress. Grrrr….
I will make myself get over it though: God’s forgiven me for much worse. Remembering to count my blessings today. They far outweigh the little bit of trouble mentioned above.
Happy Thursday fellow TTC-ers!