The last few days have been a big lesson in feeling ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that something is NOT working, and then being proven wrong. Yes, yes, I know I got a positive OPK yesterday morning, and yes, I felt a sharp pinch on my right side yesterday evening-ish, and yes my temperature was up this morning…blahblahblah. Even after all of these signs, I have so little trust in my body that I just couldn’t believe that Clomid would actually do what it was supposed to do. I thought I would feel different…Shouldn’t I have had, like, killer side effects? Sore boobs? Major headaches?All I got were a couple of very minor hot flashes. Plus, this is CD 16 we’re talking about here. This is when NORMAL people ovulate. Not people like me with cyst landmines on her ovaries.
The kicker was my appointment with the shiny new RE today (#holygodilovethiswoman). I know she is the first RE I’ve seen on my quest…but I think she might be “the one”. I dub her, Dr. Sparkles. Her office is impeccable. Run like a well oiled machine. And she was the nicest, most informative doctor I’ve seen in God knows how long. Not only is she extremely well educated in PCOS, she was not condescending about my knowledge on the subject at ALL. I cannot STAND when I get a doctor who says, “Wow! You really did your research, didn’t you?”. Of course I did my research, you little dip shit. I’m only shelling out THOUSANDS of potential dollars on this freaking disorder. But I digress. She was beyond wonderful about answering any and every question.
After our consultation, she wanted to take a look at my ute and ovaries. I had let her know that there was a slim chance I’d actually ovulated yesterday on my right side. Before even getting to my ovaries, she exclaimed, “Well you certainly made a beautiful lining this month!” Excuse me? I thought you just uttered “beautiful” and “lining” in the same sentence while pointing the vag wand at my uterus.
10MM of plush cushy lining beeyotch!!!!!! BOO YEAH! Take THAT PCOS.
She then meandered over to my right ovary, and sure enough–there was a large pool of fluid right where I popped an egg!
Popping an egg.
Sorry, I’m just flabbergasted.
I changed a lot of things this month, so it’s hard to tell if it was the Clomid specifically, or the Clomid in combination with Met, diet, increased exercise, and no caffeine or alcohol that helped this along.
As for the odds this month…we’ll see! Hubs and I had sex once Monday night (so, a little less than 3 days before ovulation), once Thursday morning (12 hours pre ovulation), and again this morning (12 hours post ovulation)…doc wants us to go again tomorrow morning just in case…
The plan as of now is to continue with the 100mg Clomid because it’s cheap and seems to work all right. She says I have about 25-30 active follicles on each ovary which would give me a VERY high chance of overstimming and a 40-60% chance of twins on injectables. Most “normal” women have about 6-10 follicles on each side. I’m basically freakishly fertile, except I produce cysts instead of eggs. We’re looking into whether or not insurance will cover my ultrasounds and bloodwork as “diagnostic” during a monitored cycle, in which case that would save considerable amounts of money. Overall, her prices seemed very comparable to others, although the price of their bloodwork is on the high side ($85/hormone!) Ultrasounds are $250, and an IUI is $375 (including wash). Does this seem about right? If I get my period, she wants to do an HSG and an endometrial biopsy since PCOS-ers are more prone to endometrial cancer. She says that this should be covered as part of my PCOS care, and she’ll bill as such.
The sort of weird unexpected news is that my 2ww is falling right smack dab in the middle of a business trip to Cannes for work in which tons of wine and rich foods will be served. Guess I’ll be sitting out on the drinking…GAR! I was looking forward to a glass of French wine. Also, does anyone know how plane travel could effect implantation? I’m thinking it’s nothing to be too concerned about, but wondered if anyone knew?
The moral of the story is…I guess I don’t know my body as well as I think I do. And little rays of hope that I may not be completely barren after all are a nice way to start a weekend.