So today is day 3 of my cycle. I went to my appointment for my baseline ultrasound. This ultrasound is just to make sure nothing is wrong with my ovaries (cysts, abnormalities, etc). I didn't think anything of it. I just looked at it as "here's another appointment to take $208 from me"
My biggest worry this morning was how tired I was since I had to leave my house at 630am. I got to my appt at 730, and was called back shortly after.
Once the ultrasound wand was in place, she immediately said "Well the right ovary looks nice and calm, but I think I saw a cyst on the left ovary" I'm thinking "greeeeaaaatttt...... pcos chose a great time to rear it's ugly head"
So she double checks it, and sure enough, there's a very large cyst on my left ovary. The cyst is there because last month during ovulation, the follicle released the egg like normal, only this time it never closed back up, which caused it to fill with fluid. Not only that, but the cyst is very large because of the Clomid making my follicles larger than normal, apparently. How's that for some sick irony.
So then the nurse informs me that not only can I not do Clomid this month, but that I'll also have to start birth control. Seriously?? Kick me while i'm down how 'bout it.
She said the BC is supposed to help shrink the cyst. On day 21, I have an appt to go BACK for another ultrasound to see if the cyst is gone. If it is, I wait for my period to start, and then will start Clomid from there. If it's NOT gone, I have to continue with BC.
The only good thing about this is that I was able to schedule my ultrasound on a Saturday. (They never mentioned that Saturdays were an option before). This way my husband can go with me. I called him in the parking lot and explained what was going on. For the first time, he had the reaction I wanted him to. He was pissed. Pissed, confused, sad, upset, etc. FINALLY!!! My husband usually is very "whatever" about all of this and is never interested in what treatments and stuff i'm doing. So to hear him having the same emotions that I am made me feel like I wasn't so "alone". I asked him if he would PLEASE go to my next ultrasound with me because honestly, I'm tired of going to these things alone. He said of course he would, he'd actually prefer it if he went and to see if from now on I could do my appts on Saturdays (he can't take off during the week, hence why I have to go by myself).
Another interesting thing happened as well. My Dr. put in my chart that he wanted Brandon to do a semen analysis. He said that he doesn't want to keep treating me, only to find out later that Brandon had an issue as well. I've kept putting it off because Brandon was very clear that he didn't want to do it. Plus he already has 2 kids, so I'm pretty sure he's not the issue. Well today he volunteered to do it. I think he sees how "at the end of my rope" i'm getting with all of this. I love that he's willing to "rule himself out", even if it's awkward for him.
After we got off the phone, I started heading for work. As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, I spilled my coffee all down the front of my clothes. White shirt, by the way. So now I don't know whether to cry or punch something. I chose to cry of course. I probably looked ridiculous to people because here's this crazy girl crying her eyes out, coffee all over her shirt, trying to blow her nose, (i'm an ugly crier) all while trying to merge onto the highway. I was a hot mess. I did the only thing I knew to do. I blared my christian music as loud as it would go, and I just cried. The entire 45 minute journey. I made it to work 90 min later due to having to go home and change plus turning in my prescription.
Today is not my day.....that's all there is to say about it.
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