It is the eighth cycle. For five days I inject in the morning, afternoon and evening hormones. Since yesterday, I be between 17 und 18 clock still set the syringe eisprungverhindernde Orgaludingsbums. For this syringe workload does my stomach, except for two bruises, actually still quite good.
Today I have for the work of an appointment with my IVF Doctor for the second ultrasound. To this date it is tested whether the hormones hit properly, and if they are dosed correctly. I have asked my sister to come along for investigation. I had spontaneously decided that it was easier to imagine how a fertility treatment looks like, if you look at a doctor's visit here was. We sit only a few minutes together in the waiting room because I will be called before. I'm going out of habit from the past into the locker room nurse and get ready. My sister takes the visitor's chair beside the door space.
are two minutes later I was in the ultrasound examination. After I had spent so much money on hormones as never before, I expect the screen to see a veritable armada of growing follicles. My expectations of my left ovary are fully met. It cavort there eight to ten black marbles in a considerable size. Now, paves the ultrasound wand on his way to a model built up my right to my uterus by the ovary. Four pairs of eyes glued forward to the pictures of the ultrasound machine in search of the follicle-scale production of my right ovary. gaping void is spreading, from Folliken no trace. Only after repeated attempts, the ultrasound wand-juggler, two mini-follicle to let down her black face to hold the camera. That does not exist yet! My right ovary was not in the mood! "Was that in the earlier treatments also like this?" The doctor asked me. I said no. So far the yield was always equally distributed. But why will I actually asked? Is because of my patient record anything about it? Well, it seems like everywhere in life, you always have to think ahead a little.
Before my Doc dismisses me to draw blood, he says what we all have seen with my own eyes already. "It is all right. It is a good attempt. Perhaps the two follicles grow on the right side know yet. Take the hormones continue unchanged. It does not matter if the way you inject right into the belly." I wonder if this should be a joke. "Am I really already been asked." he adds, and laughs like someone who wants to explain himself. "So, now I must continue. . Fruity Until Thursday, Mrs. "... And Bye
facilitated at three needles blood, I leave the hospital my sister tried to cheer me My disappointment with the denial of my right ovary, she sees my face, of course, it says." It is the last attempt. Why do I produce so few follicles this time than ever before? I had hoped, the last hormone treatment would allow more and more attempts than before. "Then my sister said the sentence that my back gets to the bottom of the facts." You're not a machine, my sweetness, and that's a good thing. " She's right. And maybe going on really until the next Ultrasound appointment on Thursday right or something. The daily calls. At the latest by 10 clock I have to be in the office.
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