My cycle looked like this: After a disappointing medicated cycle in March/April, AF started without meds, and the base ultrasound went well on CD3. I was prescribed 7.5mg Letrozole for CDs 3-7. My ultrasound on CD10 showed two follicles on the left ovary, measuring 16 mm and 13 mm. On CD12 the dominating follie was at 19 mm, so I was given the go ahead to do the Ovidrel trigger shot the following night. (The “trigger shot” triggers ovulation.) 36 hours later I had my IUI on CD15 with an ideal outlook.
Entire support groups are dedicated to the “2ww” aka Two Week Wait. It’s the dreadful time after treatment where you wait to see if it worked or not, and accounts for me all but ghosting my social media accounts. Honestly, I’ll never do it the same way again (I hope) because it pretty much consumed me. Every possible symptom was analyzed. Pulling/tugging/mild cramping (possible implantation?), headaches, weeping/emotional/funk, tender breasts, increased fatigue (pregnancy or period?). I was going to bed at 8 or 9 p.m., which is very early for this night owl. Having vivid dreams. All likely caused by the 600mg of Progesterone I was taking daily to support a potential early pregnancy. Instead of waiting for 14dpiui (days post IUI), I started testing on day 11. This is after I was fairly certain I wouldn’t still receive a false positive from the trigger shot. I spent 5 days and about $35 in pregnancy tests, getting only BFNs (big fat negatives). Finally my doctor said to stop the Progesterone and we could try again next cycle.
I went to church with my family yesterday, gutted, but knowing that I needed to be there. The first worship song we walked into was “Take Courage” by Bethel Music featuring Kristene DiMarco. Grab a tissue and hit play.
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