Ugh, yesterday was stressful. I actually woke up in a good mood, even though it was much earlier than usual, but I had a terrible blood draw experience. Then at 9:50 I had my ultrasound at my OBGYN and they found a 17mm cyst.
Of course the RE’s office didn’t call me until about 4PM, so all day I worried and stressed and catastrophized about what this meant. Really the worst case scenario was that my cycle would be pushed back a few weeks, right? But my level of anxiety was really not proportional to that outcome.
I just really hate the feeling of waiting for a phone call. I feel like it ruins my whole day and I’m just waiting for a bomb to get dropped on me. It’s one of the most difficult parts of infertility for me.
Anyway, they did call at the end of the day to tell me that my estradiol was only 17, and as long as it’s under 50 they let you stim. I have no idea what that means, but I was relieved.
I had no idea how attached I was to this cycle until I thought it was going to be yanked out from under me!