So today we will pick up where we left off yesterday. I was telling the story of my initial introduction to infertility and the decisions we had to make to bring us to ultimately find our purpose. Our purpose is to raise you.
So while I was at the mortgage company, every other morning at 7am I needed to be at Mass General checking my blood and estrogen levels as well as having an ultrasound to see if I ovulated, then rushing off to work in a hurry. During that time, I was still overweight but I had it under control. One fine August my doctor went to Greece on vacation and left her office in charge of my cycle. Every time I went in they doubled the dose of the shots I was taking in the stomach. Not to mention that they are a teaching hospital and I had to endure the humiliation of having 6 interns watch me while I was being examined. As the dose kept doubling, I still would not ovulate. Until my doctor came back and had to reprimand her office for putting way too many hormones in my body. At that point she had to intervene and break the news to us that the likelihood that I would ever ovulate with or without help would be 5% and that I should consider an egg donor while I was still young enough to carry. Your father was devastated, he took me and marched out of her office and forbid me to contact her again. It really wasn't her fault, but he was so looking forward to being a father, he didn't know how to cope.
Meanwhile, the doctor at neuroendocrine, which was her friend pleaded with me to go back to her. My clock was definitely ticking fast.... tomorrow I will write more....
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