On her ovaries. At least, that's what the sonogram picture looked like. Sparkly and round shiny cysts. That'll bring anyone down from a high. I thought that maybe I had ovulated or would ovulate or was maybe in the same neighborhood of ovulation. No, not even close. The sonogram yesterday was a heartbreaker, and yet, it may have provided some hope. A baseline has been established where there previously was none. I go back next week for a cycle day 20 sonogram. Gotta see how the follicles are moving along, if at all. They want to start me on Clomid. I was warned that most girls with PCOS do not respond to 50mg of Clomid at all. Then they up the dose to 100mg, then 150mg. After that I don't know what they do. I may turn into Attila the Hun, according to a friend of mine. Who knows. We'll see. I've a feeling I'm in for a lot of heartache before the final payoff gets here. I'm bracing for it as best I can while trying to remain optimistic about the whole ordeal. Tim and I are starting out on a very long and arduous, not to mention expensive, journey. Thoughts and prayers from anyone reading this will be appreciated more than you will ever know.
The HSG dye test is a must for me because of some idiotic malpractice of a surgeon years ago. There is scarring, and I have no idea if it's inside the tube or not. I'm praying it isn't. I can't run the risk of an ectopic pregnancy, nor does my doctor want to run that risk either. It's a very sticky and precarious situation I'm in, and one that sometimes fills me with despair. I am struggling to bring myself out of that pit and have faith and courage through all of this.
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