Deflated 


Sums up how I feel about today. This post won’t be inspiring, positive, or uplifting. Please feel free to closer your browser at anytime. 

Had another UltraBlood combination this morning. Good takeaway, I was able to get blood done prior to my ultrasound as there was no wait and my doctors office hadn’t opened yet. Bad takeaway, it was a different ultrasound tech. Not that it was bad, but I feel like I should start charging a viewing fee for the office staff. At least I could recoup some money. 

Clockwise from upper left hand picture: Bandage from bloodwork this morning; updated injection tracker, which I also have in an Excel format but keep a hand written copy too; my daily update sheet; and my needle marks from my bloodwork. 
The call this afternoon from the doctors office went like this: “you have no mature follicles but your hormone levels are starting to rise which is a good thing. Same injection dose tonight and Thursday evening, and then 6am ultrasound and bloodwork on Friday.” My immediate reaction: “fuckkkkkkk.” 
Today, I’m over it. I’m annoyed. I’m aggravated. I’m deflated. Injections were fun and exciting (not really, but I made myself believe it,) and now I hate them. I want mature follicles. I’m sick of having blood drawn. Having an appointment at 6am on a Friday is NOT my ideal way to start the day. I’m tired. I want a baby.
…because of those four little words…I do not have a damn choice in the matter. I’ll keep stabbing myself with injections and having blood sucked out every other day. I’ll keep smiling when others announce they’re expecting and go home and cry because it’s just too much for me to handle. The whole state will probably examine me or get to do a transvaginal ultrasound on me before I ever end up pregnant. I’ll go on some prolific tirade when I read about some woman who has abused or abandoned her child, of course it’ll be her 4th or 5th. My weight will continue to be like a seesaw as medications are altered and the different side effects take their toll. The proverbial chess match of “us vs. infertility”will wage on, and we will constantly be chased around in fear. And…what if we never have a child? What does this “journey” get called if it fails, a tortuous experiment? Life shattering misery? Sheer hell? I can predict that there are no positive outcomes from going through this, and not having a child at the end. 

For those of you that have been going through years of treatments, I bow down to you. Truly, I’m impressed with your strength and determination. I can’t do this for years. Better yet, I won’t. When I say I would go off the deep end, that is a statement made with 175% positivity. I’m not even a year into treatments and I want to be done. Horrible, but this is where I am today. 
Life with infertility has knocked me flat on my ass today. 

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4 thoughts on “Deflated 

  1. Sending hugs from a stranger – I feel the same today. I had an ultrasound yesterday and was told my left ovary was “bulky” implying cysts. So maybe PCOS. We need ICSI so that hopefully won’t be too much of an extra hindrance. I feel like this process is just constantly knocking me on my ass.

    Keeping things crossed for you.

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  2. I know how hard it is (trust me– multiple years of treatment and no success… never a positive pregnancy test), but keep with it. You will likely be successful. A “normal” course of stims is usually closer to 10 days and you’re at 7 it looks like? Absolutely nothing “wrong” or “worrisome” about that. There’s plenty to worry about without adding anything unnecessary to the list 🙂

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    • Hi! Thank you for your comment, and for even reading about my short experience. There were a handful of external influences yesterday that contributed to the overall depressive tone of my post. Wasn’t exactly thrilled with what I posted as I reread it this morning, but that’s how it goes. Today will be day 9 of Gonal F injections for me. I always worry about the unnecessary in addition to everything else, it’s one of my biggest character flaws! ☺️

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