Yuck

It's been raining outside for five days. Kinda matches my mood today.

The good news: I'm finally within range with my TSH level, so my endocrinologist gave the go-ahead to do a letrozole cycle, 5 mg.

The bad news: I went in for an u/s today, and my biggest follicles were each 13 mm. On CD13. UGGHH! I go back for another u/s in 4 days, but Mark goes out of town in 5 days. Looks like I'm not responding well with letrozole anymore. So basically I'm in a year into this baby-making thing, and I'm back at the beginning with trying to figure out how to make me ovulate. It sounds like my doctor feels like I'm a good candidate for IVF, but our insurance doesn't cover any of it. Which means the next step will probably make us $16,000 poorer.

Something new: Waiting

And so I find myself waiting for a period. Impatiently.

Although my TSH still isn't quite right, my wonderful new endocrinologist feels that we're getting closer. She put me on a new dose of meds last week and gave me the go-ahead to take Femara this cycle, provided I get a TSH level on CD11 to ensure that it has continued to go down.

I took my last Provera pill on Monday, and now I wait. I had forgotten this frustration--trying to plan Mark's business trips around when we think I might possibly get my period. I've already waited 6 months, and now I simply can't fathom the thought that it could be another week before I get my period (in the past, I've gotten it anywhere from 2-12 days after my last Provera pill). One happy thought: The last two times I've had this frustrating Provera wait were right before the cycles in which we conceived Zach and Tyler.

Mark does have a business trip completely riding on when I get this period. It's actually better for him the longer I have to wait, but honestly, I don't think I can stand much more of this! And then there's always the possibility that my TSH won't have fallen enough. Such a narrow window that the doctors want my TSH to be in...