Another day, another blood test. Here I was minding my own business when life decided it'd try and make things more interesting. I seriously did not need interesting right now.
It has fully taken me this long to come to terms with not having another one. And even as recent as last week, I was feeling sad at all the babies about to be born and wishing Leela had someone who'd be bound to her by blood. Even had a brief discussion with darling hubby about adoption and contemplating looking into it. Thinking that if I had been successful with IVF, that our baby would be due any day now.
So why. What is the point of all this!
Got a call from the doc. The actual glamourpuss doc, who wore a gorgeous, flowing silk maxi when she first met me, she was on the phone. And you know it can't be good news when the actual doctor calls... Anyway, she said the HCG went up - good. Even though it didn't get as high as I would have liked, whose to argue with my glam doc. But then the Progesterone want down. And the E2 went up but probly not enough so they've doubled my drug dosage and called me back in for a blood test on Tues. Also scheduling a scan with my glamour doc for the same day.
And I am left trying to decode the results, still feeling nervous and scared. Unable to get any difinitive information from the lovely medical professionals who seem to thrive on being vague and contradictory.
How is a person supposed to function like this?
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