Phew. It’s been hurry up and wait around here.
Which gives me that feeling you get when you’re in a cab with one of those drivers who floors the gas then slams the breaks again and again.
We’re on the bcp and had our treatment plan appointment today…along with the pretty bad results of my amh test. I scored 8-which, on our clinic scale means low. I was told to expect 4 eggs for the cycle. 4 little eggs.
All the hope I have for a bubsib rests on what is predicted to be 4 sweet little eggies.
And, given the low number, I’m on a very long bcp suppression protocol. So about 10 more weeks of the pill.
Start. Stop. Go. Slow.
It feels like bad news. Like the hope…well, it doesn’t have a hope.
Setback, before I’ve even really started. Boo. I should have listened to all those who warn you not to put all your eggs in one basket.