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So last summer we got some new across the street neighbors and the woman just happened to be pregnant. Of course it was a lot of fun for me to see her out and about in the neighborhood all cute and pregnant. We aren’t really good friends with them, so we didn’t have to hang out with them too much, but we would chat with them frequently. The minimal exposure to her pregnancy suited me just fine and she gave birth to their son in November.
Today their blog popped up on my blog reader as having a new post, so I went to check it out. There was an adorable picture of their 8 month old son and at the very bottom, the news that she is pregnant yet again.
Holy crap. I’ve presumably been lapped in the big game of trying to conceive. Obviously I have no idea how long it took them to conceive their son, but I’m guessing that since she was able to get pregnant only 8 months postpartum that it didn’t take them too long to get pregnant with the first.
So yeah. That feels just great. Fortunately, I have my own good news to share. We’ve been accedpted into the shared risk program and I’ve already had my sonohysterogram, so we’ll be starting our IVF cycle with the start my next cycle! We are really happy to have everything figured out and ready to go.
Oh yeah, since I never did a follow up post, here is how everything went down. On Monday I called the financial services lady once again trying to get a hold of here and of course, no dice. I was freaking out, second guessing our decision to go to MIF (our fertility clinic) because we couldn’t get anyone to call us back. Finally Mark called and for some reason she decided to respond to his message. Long story short, her mother was very ill the week prior and she was out of the office all week. She kept thinking that she was going to back each day, but wasn’t able to return to work until Monday. So when Mark finally got her on the phone, she apologized for the lack of communication, explained the circumstances and managed to arrange our IVF education class for us on Thursday as well.
In the end, everything worked out great and we were able to knock out both the SHG and class at the same time. We had a good time in Iowa and are feeling really good about our upcoming IVF cycle! Now I just have to find the patience to wait it out!
Mark left yesterday for a business trip and will be out of town until Thursday evening. Knowing that, it totally figures that today on cycle day 13 my OPK is 100% positive. Only twice in my 14 cycles of charting have I ever ovulated on cycle day 14 or earlier, and one of those times was brought on by a trigger shot of HCG so it totally figures that the ONE cycle that Mark is unavailable until cycle day 15 I will ovulate early. There goes the dream of getting a miracle natural BFP during this break cycle before we begin IVF. Oh well. It would have been a long shot anyway.
It will be extremely strange to go through a two week wait with absolutely no chance of being pregnant. I have no idea if that will make things go faster or slower, but there will definitely be less anticipation.
In more positive news, I passed my clomid challenge test! My cycle day 10 blood work showed an FSH of 4.3, so that puts me well under the maximum combined total of 20 for the two FSH scores and means that I passed! I e-mailed our (hopefully) new clinic and told them that we have had almost all of the required pretesting done within the last year. I wanted to know if we would need to repeat all of those tests, or if they would just take them as is and let us into the IVF shared risk program. She stated that if the doctor felt that “the results were within normal range then we would not need to repeat.” This is great news for us as hopefully it means a small cost savings for us, but more importantly it means that we will hopefully be able to get going on an IVF cycle as soon as this cycle is over. Of course I don’t want to be overly optimistic as I know that something will probably come up that will prevent us from getting going right away, but I sure hope that we can start at the end of this cycle.
1. Since it’s a special night for your and your husband, make sure that you take a test before you go out. If it’s somehow miraculously positive, you want to be able to celebrate, right?
2. When that second pink line miraculously shows up, faint, but definitely there, prepare a special way to tell your husband that after 18 months and 5 IUI’s, you’ve finally done it!
3. When your husband comes home from work, tell him in that special way and share a brief moment of sheer happiness.
4. When your husband asks how you know, you pull that test out of your pocket to show him those two beautiful pink lines, only to realize that the 2nd pink line has faded away to nearly nothing.
5. Assure husband that you know way more about pregnancy tests than he does, and a line is a line, therefore you’re pregnant! Besides, the pee you used to test with was REALLY diluted and most women get darker lines in the morning. Tomorrow morning’s test will undoubtedly be very obviously positive.
6. Be sure to chat about how great it is that you finally got pregnant the cycle before you were going to move on to IVF and discuss all of the ways that you can spend the money you were planning to put towards IVF.
7. Continue to celebrate and discuss all of the fun things that you happily won’t get to do now that you’re pregnant, like take cruises, go to amusement parks, etc.
8. If your husband is still a bit hesitant to let himself get excited about this pregnancy because of the “barely there” second line, just remind him that no matter what happens, for this moment, you are pregnant.
9. The next morning take a test using some super concentrated pee. When the line shows up even fainter than yesterday’s (or maybe it’s not there at all, you’ve just convinced yourself that it has to be there since you ARE pregnant, after all), chalk it up to the fact that some women get better results in the afternoons instead of the mornings.
10. Run to the store at lunch to get more tests so that you can see those two beautiful lines when you test again after work.
11. When only one line shows up after work, find someway to tell your husband that you must have been wrong somehow.
12. Realize how absolutely foolish you were to jump the gun and the pain that you have caused your husband and yourself. Promise yourself that you will never, ever get so caught up in two faint lines again.
So that’s my Monday evening and Tuesday in a nutshell. Why the second pink line? I have no idea. It’s definitely not an evap because the line came up within a minute or two and it’s definitely pink, just faded very much from how it originally looked. It could be a chemical, I suppose. If not a chemical, then I have no explanation.
I feel absolutely horrible for getting Mark all worked up only to have it taken away today. When I saw that second pink line come up yesterday, the feeling was unbelievable and I couldn’t believe how narrowly we’d escaped having to do IVF. But more than anything, I was looking forward to sharing my excitement with my husband. He was so excited and happy for us, despite the fact that he wasn’t completely sure if it was real or not. What hurts me the most is knowing the hurt I created for him. I cried today. Not for myself, but for the confusion, disappointment, and pain I created for him. I’ve learned my lesson and will not say anything in the future unless the test is blaringly positive or if a digital test says pregnant.
So I’m back into research mode since we will be moving on to IVF next. There are lots of small things that we need answers to in order to select where we will be doing our IVF cycles and it seems that answers are difficult to come by sometimes. But we will keep plugging away and know that someday we’ll get ours too.
Well, after months and months of putting it off as an unnecessary and very expensive test, I finally had my HSG done today. It went fine and both tubes are open. The right was slow to flow, but did eventually go, so perhaps there was a small clog of some sort? I don’t know. Additional good news is that there is no septum, nor is my uterus bicornuate, so yippee for that! The bonus was that the entire procedure was nearly painless. The worst parts were how she had me hold my legs to insert the catheter which gave me leg cramps, and two seconds (literally) of intense cramping. Other than that it was a piece of cake.
I guess in the end it was an unnecessary test because everything was normal, but at least now I have that peace of mind and don’t have to worry about having blocked tubes or a wonky uterus.
Up next: ultrasound on Saturday to see how things are progressing in those ovaries of mine. I’ve got my fingers crossed for good results.
Originally posted February 18, 2008
Last week I was feeling really good about everything. As mentioned before, the diagnosis of high FSH at least gives me some reason as to why things aren’t going our way so far. It also gave me something to focus on. The wonderful gals over at the High FSH Forum mentioned that my TSH is high for TTC and that if I can get my TSH lower, that my FSH may just follow suit. GREAT! If only it should be so easy!
I made an appointment with my primary care physician to see if she would hook me up with some thyroid medication and met with her on Friday. I told her that I was concerned about my TSH level and she kind of smirked and said “Why, because it’s right in the middle of normal?” Oh boy. This means that she’s not even aware that in 2003 the American Association of Clinical Endocrinologists (AACE) suggested that doctors “consider treatment for patients who test outside the boundaries of a narrower margin based on a target TSH level of 0.3 to 3.0. AACE believes the new range will result in proper diagnosis for millions of Americans who suffer from a mild thyroid disorder, but have gone untreated until now.”
But even if she were aware of the newly suggested “normal” range, my level still isn’t even outside that range. I figured that this might be the case, so I showed up armed a couple of articles that I had found that stated that ideal ranges should be closer to 1 and showed them to her. One of them she refuted because it was from a Naturopath (Bruce Rind), not a regular MD, and the other she refuted because it was for people who had already been diagnosed with hypothyroidism.
The part that I don’t understand is that patients who are diagnosed with hypothyroidism are generally thought to feel best when their TSH levels are maintained around 1. Why shouldn’t that standard hold true for ALL people regardless of official diagnosis of hypothyroidism or not? Why should 2.5 be not a problem for me, but would be for someone with an actual diagnosis of hypothyroidism?
I was gratified today when I found a research article that pretty much echoes my sentiments exactly.
“We are also befuddled by the practice of supporters of the recommendations of the consensus panel (the panel that recommended that the reference range not be changed) who promote a target TSH range of 1.0-1.5 mU/liter in patients already receiving T4 therapy, whereas they refuse to accept TSH levels of 3-10 mU/liter as abnormal in patients not receiving T4 therapy.”
Even with my list of thyroid disease symptoms that I provided her, I could tell I was not going to get anywhere with her. She did do some brief research (to humor me more than anything, I think) and found a study that showed pregnancy outcomes for women with TSH lower than 2.5 were MUCH better than those whose had a TSH higher than 2.5. To me, that means that when I DO eventually become pregnant, I will need to start treatment then anyway, so why wait? This still wasn’t enough to convince her that there’s a potential problem, so she sent me off with a lab slip to check for anti-thryroid antibodies and a recheck of my TSH and T4. She told me that she admittedly wasn’t an expert in Thyroid issues and suggested that I talk with my RE about it. I took that to mean that unless my ATA’s come back elevated that she’s done with me.
So this weekend I was scouring the internet trying to find worthy studies that I could use to push my case for starting treatment. I haven’t found a whole lot, so I posted on the FSH forum to see if anyone there has any good info that I can use.
In any event, this was the first disappointing part of the weekend.
The second, and definitely larger disappointment is that I think my IUI was mistimed. I went in on Valentine’s day for my CD14 u/s. My left ovary showed a 23mm follicle, which I was told was a great response to the Femara. The right side showed a 14mm follicle which probably wouldn’t mature in time to release an egg. So Dr. S looks at me smiling a big smile and says “So you’ll do this injection this morning then, right?” Whoa…back it up there missy. In none of our appointments did we EVER discuss a trigger shot. She said that when the follicle is that big, they want it to rupture and release the egg, because the longer the follicle sits there, the older it gets and the quality of the egg it releases will go down. If the patient is given an HCG shot, the follicle is, in essence, forced to rupture and the egg should be released 24 to 36 hours later. Great. Given all the time, money and effort that I’ve spent on this IUI cycle, I don’t want this mammoth follicle to lose quality while it sits around waiting to rupture, so I agree to the shot.
I should have prefaced this by saying that I don’t mind getting blood drawn or getting injections, but I can’t watch it at all. The thought of it makes me want to throw up. Now I’m being told that I have to have an injection, but the kicker is that it is to be self-administered. Holy buckets. I was sweating bullets just thinking about it. Additionally, since this is the first time that I’ve even considered this trigger shot, I have no idea how much it costs, how it works, any risks or dangers that are associated with it. I know virtually nothing about this. Since I was totally unaware of the possibility of having to give myself a shot and therefore had no training in how to give myself a shot, the nurse has to show me how it works. I’ll admit, it didn’t seem all that bad. The needle was really thin and the task didn’t seem TOO daunting. As I’m reading the instruction sheet she gave me, I notice a part that says that the ENTIRE needle needs to go into your skin. WHAT?!? I’m thinking that it will pretty much take everything that I’ve got just to get it to piece the skin, much less bury the whole thing in there. Oh my god, I have no idea how in the world I will be able to do this. Mark is going to be of no help, he’s probably more squeamish about things like this than I am. A hard lump starts to form at the back of my throat and I’m getting really close to tears.
I think the nurse can sense my nervousness with this and mentions that I could take another OPK and see if it’s surging yet and if it is I can forego the shot and save myself some money. That phrase sent me into a panic. I wondering to myself just exactly how much this shot is. I’m figuring that it’s going to be somewhere between $150 and $200. Yikes. Add that to the $1,000 we’ve already spent on this cycle and it’s not chump change, not to mention the fact that NONE of it will be covered by insurance. There’s no way to pass off an HCG injection as anything other than infertility treatment. So now I’m in a panic about not only giving myself the freaking shot, but also wondering how much the stupid thing is going to cost me.
The nurse calls a couple of pharmacies in the area to see if they have it so that I can save myself a few bucks vs going to the overpriced pharmacy in the hospital. I stupidly didn’t have her ask how much the darn thing would be. She finds one near my work that has the injection available and I’m off. I immediately call Mark to give him the update. I’m livid and wondering how all of this can be happening. I always thought the bigger the follicle, the better, so to the slammed with this is just throwing me off kilter. I had Mark get me the phone number of the pharmacy so I could double check to make sure they had the medication and to find out the cost. Turns out that the shot is $75, must less than I had thought that it would be, so there was a sense of relief there.
I was about a ¼ mile away from the pharmacy when all of the sudden there is a loud rattle coming from my car. As first I was afraid that something when wrong with the engine somehow, but it made noise whether I was accelerating or just coasting and it got so much worse as I slowed down. I pull into the parking lot of the pharmacy and sure enough, there’s a nice piece of sheet metal dragging under my car. Wonderful. It’s the middle of winter and there’s no way for me to get under there to pull it off.
With no other option, I head inside and give the pharmacist my prescription. She said it would be ready in about 10 minutes. I pace around the store looking at everything, browsing through the Valentines candy and merchandise, just waiting for them to call my name. Finally I head up to the register and grab a tabloid magazine to read. At least it will keep my mind busy while I wait. It’s getting to be lunch time and all of the sudden the store is full of people. Everyone was looking for last minute Valentine’s presents and bumping into me along the way. All of the sudden I felt panicked. There were too many people around me, and they were making me nervous and claustrophobic and angry all at once.
I had to go to the back of the store and sit at the pickup counter to try to calm down. Only that didn’t work. I watched a woman search in desperation through her purse for her drivers license so that she could pick up her prescription. She couldn’t find it an her young daughter was rubbing her chin back and forth across the counter as the woman rummaged through her bag. They finally came and sat down next to me so that the next person in line could be helped.
The next man was looking for a cough syrup for his wife and wanted assistance from the pharmacist. It calmed me a little bit to think of this man out buying medication for his sick wife at home. Next to him, the other pharmacist was helping a woman with a really large bottle of blue and white capsules. She had so many questions and when she went to pay for her drugs, she handed the pharmacist a bill, but was told that the prescription was actually $25, which lead to an entirely different slew or questions regarding whether there was a generic available or not.
All this time I’m thinking about that little box sitting in the refrigerator. Inside of it is one little syringe. Why can’t someone just go to the refrigerator and pull that little box out, slap a label on it and give it to me? Why does it all have to be so agonizingly slow?
Finally, mercifully, I hear my name called. I was asked if I knew how to use the medication and I responded that I did, and I was on my way. I arrived back at the office and told a friend that I had to give myself an injection and that I wasn’t happy about it. She offered to do it for me and I immediately took her up on it. “Let’s go!” I told her. But she was late for a lunch date and I needed to give myself the injection NOW. So off I went to brave the injection myself.
There are some things that are so scary that you just can’t comprehend ever having to deal with. Giving myself a shot is one of those things. But when it came down to it, I just had to take a deep breath and do it, because there was no other way that it was going to get done. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and I would do it again in a heartbeat if I had to. I didn’t enjoy doing it and I hope I don’t ever have to do it again, but if I do, I know that I’m capable.
Fast forward to Friday, IUI day. Mark went in at 7:30 to make his deposit and I followed at 11am. The doctor came in and showed me the vial that was marked 48.6, as in 48.6 million sperm. It was a great number. The procedure was quick and painless and after 15 minutes resting on the table, I headed out to my acupuncture appointment.
My new office is great, just great. I like everything about it. After a good session I felt very relaxed and actually kind of hopeful about this cycle. That is until Saturday.
On Saturday morning my temp had not risen which means that ovulation had not yet occured. I was expecting a temp rise since the HCG shot is supposed to make you ovulate between 24 and 48 hours after the shot. 48 hours would have been 11:30 am Saturday, but the part that had me most concerned was the fact that most RE’s say that washed sperm lives for a maximum of 24 hours, but most likely 6-12 hours. Knowing that I had my IUI at 11 am on Friday and that my temp hadn’t increased by 6 am on Saturday morning had me very worried. I was doubly worried when I found EWCM on Saturday evening. It stands to reason that if I was still making EWCM, that I still hadn’t ovulated.
So now I’m very worried that the IUI was too early. It seems that my body didn’t respond well to the HCG shot, or maybe I gave it to myself wrong. We did some natural baby making of our own on Friday night, but that hasn’t worked for 14 cycles, so I have no reason to believe that it will add anything to the mix this cycle either.
If the washed sperm only live for 12 hour realistically, and possibly 24 hours, then we comopletely missed our window assuming that I didn’t ovulate until Saturday evening. I’m filled with sadness and disappointment that this cycle is most likely a bust. I will continue on with the acupuncture and drinking my herbal tea, but I’m really not holding out much hope at all.
I hope that I’m wrong.
Originally posted February 6, 2008
As strange as it sounds, my elevated FSH has actually provide me with a sense of relief. Yes, elevated FSH does suck, and I have no way of knowing how this will turn out in the end, but now I have some sort of reason, some explanation for why we haven’t been able to get pregnant yet. Instead of scouring the internet looking for possible reasons, I can now firmly point to one thing and say “This is why we’re having troubles.” I don’t have to speculate anymore, I don’t have to lay awake wondering about this or that little thing that could be our problem.
It also gives me something to focus on. Something concrete. Now that I know, I can focus on what to do to make my situation better. How can I deal with this and try to make the best of it.
A part of me is terrified that we’ll never be able to have our own kids, kids that are part Mark and part me. It may come down to using donor eggs, which would mean that our kids wouldn’t be any part of me, genetically. In some sense, it seems easier to accept adopting a child that is no part of me, and no part of Mark than it is to have a child that’s part Mark but no part of me. I can get over that, I think.
I have to get over that because I really want to experience pregnancy. I want to be able to hear my baby’s heartbeat on the Doppler, and to see it bouncing around on the ultrasound. I want to feel it kicking inside of me and feel the sensation of little bubbles when it has the hiccups. I want to wear cute maternity clothes and have people ask me when I’m due. I want to look forward to the experience of giving birth. I want everything that comes along with pregnancy, even the morning sickness, heartburn, constipation, sore back and feet and general discomfort associated with pregnancy. I want it all.
But I may not be able to conceive with my own eggs. And I may not be able to carry a baby created using someone else’s eggs. So I have to come to terms with the fact that adoption may be in our future. Adoption is something that I’m very interested in, but in some ways it seems even more painful and frustrating than trying to conceive. I’ve seen how devastating adoption can be when you’re so close and then things fall through. Two co-workers of mine actually had their adopted baby for 3 weeks before the birth mother decided she wanted it back. It was devastating to watch the aftermath.
I guess it all comes down to the fact that there are no easy answers and someday I’m sure trying to find the answers to those questions will weigh on me. But for now, I feel as though a giant weight has been lifted from me. I feel a renewed desire and interest in life. For today, at least, I feel relief.
Originally posted February 5, 2008
I didn’t want this blog to be a moment by moment account of my life as I move through infertility, but now that we’re moving forward with treatment, I feel the need to record the major events and appointments as they happen. I hope that most of my posts won’t be a play by play like this, as it’s not very fun reading, nor does it capture the essence of why I wanted to blog in the first place, which was to have an outlet for my emotions, but sometimes it’s necessary.On Sunday I went to the hospital to have my blood drawn for my baseline hormone levels and on Monday I went again for the baseline ultrasound. The ultrasound went ok, but Dr. S thinks that I may have a septate uterus. This means that instead of my uterus being an triangle shape with a flat top, it’s more like a heart shape, with a dip (the septum) in the middle of the top. I have a friend who has a septate uterus and because of that, I know that the septum shouldn’t interfere with getting pregnant, but it will certainly increase the chance of miscarriage. Dr. S suggested doing an HSG so that we would know for sure if I have a septate uterus or not, but that test will cost us over $1,200 so it’s not something that we’re necessary ready for at this time. If we did do an HSG and it showed a septum, it can be easily removed through outpatient surgery, but those things aren’t free. In any event, Dr. S said we could give IUI a couple of shots and see if we get pregnant. If not, then she would like to pursue the HSG to check out the shape of my uterus and also to confirm that my tubes are open. I’ve already had a SHG and we could see the fluid pooling behind my uterus, so we know at least one of my tubes is open, so right now I’m putting off the HSG. I feel as though there’s some reason for us not getting pregnant already, but I don’t think that it’s due to blocked tubes.
Anyway, the good news is that she said my ovaries looked good and there were lots of follicles on both of them. On the way out of the office, I asked that they call me with my b/w results and the nurse Kristin (who I love, by the way) said she would definitely do that. I left the office a little nervous about the possibility of a septate uterus, but also feeling good that my ultrasound showed no cysts and that the Dr said that everything looked good. We are going full steam ahead with the IUI this cycle and I am very hopeful.
Fast forward to a few hours later, when my world came crashing down around me. My phone rang, and it was Kristin, calling back with the b/w results as she had promised. She started off easy, telling me that my cholesterol was 182, which was a major victory for me since I’ve struggled with my cholesterol lately. She gave me numbers for my thyroid and some other miscellaneous results, and then she got to FSH, which she said was 12.9. I don’t know a lot about normal hormonal ranges, but I knew right off the bat that this was high. She said that their office likes to see FSH below 10, so mine is a concern. She played it off well saying that IF I don’t get pregnant on this cycle, Dr. S will want to do a clomid challenge test next cycle to check my ovarian reserve. I’m sure that if I were completely ignorant about infertility and hormone levels, I wouldn’t have thought twice about this. Unfortunately, my infertility thus far has made me into a hound for information related to infertility and I know a lot about things that I wish I never had to research, so I knew that this number was not good.
FSH stands for follicle stimulating hormone. It’s the hormone that tells your ovaries to get busy each month and start growing your follicles so that they get nice and big and can release an egg. Young women with a good egg supply and good quality eggs don’t need a lot of this hormone to get their follicles growing each month. As you age and your egg supply diminishes in both quality and quantity, your body has to produce more FSH in order to get the follicles to grow and release an egg.
So knowing that I have a high FSH, I can assume that I have either a low supply of eggs, low quality of eggs, or both. Unfortunately, when I had my u/s yesterday, the doctor hadn’t received my b/w results yet, so she wasn’t able to talk to me about the situation. The fact that she said that my ovaries looked good and that I had a bunch of follicles on each ovary bodes well, but then if my quantity is good, it leads me to believe that the quality of my eggs is bad. I have to believe that a few good eggs are better than a bunch of crappy ones, so I’m not feeling too hopeful.
In essence, it seems that I have the egg quality/quantity of a 40+ year old woman, and I’m only 29.
The part that bothers me the most is that I went to see my gynecologist back in July because I had been charting for a few months and everything looked ok in those regards (I was ovulating, we were timing it right, etc). I asked him if I could have CD3 b/w done, and he said it wouldn’t be necessary because I’m young and healthy and I just needed to be patient. “The system works” is what he told me. He told me story after story of women he’s seen who got pregnant, blah, blah, blah. He even went as far as to give me the whole line about “go on vacation and then you’ll get pregnant” and called one of his nurses over to tell me how she got pregnant on vacation.
I would like to thank you, Dr. Ass Clown, for dismissing my request, for dismissing my worries and fears, for dismissing me. Thank you for making me endure 6 more months of heartbreak and questioning and unexplained infertility than was necessary. Everything I’ve read states that once elevated FSH is diagnosed, you need to act ASAP if you want to get pregnant. Had I been tested 6 months ago like I requested, I would have known. I could have moved on to IUI months ago. I might even be pregnant now. Now my head is full of “what ifs.”
But I can’t let it stop me now. Now that I know, I need to do everything that we can to kick this into high gear. I decided to go ahead and get my prescription filled for my Femara and I’ll go back in on the 12th for another ultrasound. I’m hoping that we can count the number of follicles at that point because I’ve read that that number of non-predominant follicles is a good indicator of ovarian reserve. I’m looking forward to the u/s on the 12th, because I’m hoping that I will be able to get some of my questions answered then as to what the next steps should be.
I’ve encountered women who are older and have higher levels of FSH than I who were able to get pregnant, so that is some comfort to me. I am worried about going through menopause early though. In my head I had always planned on having two kids. At this point, I feel like it will be a minor miracle if we can conceive and give birth to one.
I am not giving up hope yet. My thyroid level was a bit high, and there is a link between thyroid function and FSH levels, so I will definitely be doing more research on that. If a little bit of thyroid medication is going to bring my FSH down, I would definitely go that route. I’ve also read great things about acupuncture being able to lower FSH levels, so I may decide to go that route again. There are still possibilities, and I am hopeful that something will work for us.
I guess I’m just really looking forward to hopefully getting some answers during my next ultrasound. And for right now, hope feels better than any other option.
