In previous episodes of "As the Womb Churns," we met a few of the caricatures and authority figurines that populate my medical landscape, such as Dr. Glass Half Full, Dr. Droopy Dawg, and Dr. Really Nice.
This morning we met Dr. Rollupoursleeves. We like her. A lot.
A quick ultrasound showed 7 resting follicles -- more than I've ever had before. Dr. Rollupoursleeves thinks my chances of having a baby with my eggs are no different from those of any 39-year-old, around 25-30%. That's still not great, but it's twice as good as we thought before. She agreed that we should give ART our best shot for another year before we go to plan B (donor eggs), and also thought we should take another look-see at the weird little dip in my ute.
So, here's the plan. We're going to move ahead with an IUI in March. If that doesn't work, we'll do another hysteroscopy in early May, and if the dip looks biggish, they'll snip it right then and there. If the dip looks like it's not a problem, we'll do IVF in May (or more likely June, since we're actually GOING ON VACATION in May). Then, we'll have a baby and live happily ever after.
That's my plan and I'm stickin' to it.