The time has come for the retrieval. What a long process. So many needles! See attached photo (delivery one of three). I know I am preaching to the choir, especially if you’re reading this and have already gone through this. I admire women who endure this process time and time again.
I elected to freeze my eggs at age 37. This was my choice and I am happy that I actually have that choice to make. Of the 40+ women in the waiting room each day for monitoring, most likely only five of us were doing something proactively. Again, I am happy I have the choice.
This was also especially challenging because I also ended a relationship. Man – Gentle, smart, good values, handsome…. BUT emotionally unavailable. They say timing is everything and I believe that to be true about this situation. I wish him well and still have love in my heart for him. You can imagine this added additional emotions to the roller coaster I was on.
I was told throughout the injections that my body was not responding and we would only get approximately 5 eggs. This scared me. What was wrong with my body? Why wasn’t it working correctly. With an FSH of 9.11 and AMH of .28 I knew I needed this to work. This was very discouraging as a 37 year old woman. The same question came into my mind, “Why am I in this situation? Why hadn’t I met anyone sooner and started a family?” Logically this is a good thing, I hadn’t meet the right guy. But, I still have sadness around this.
Once all was said and done I was able to produce nine eggs. All were kept, hooray!!! When they told me I couldn’t believe it. I guess it was all worth it.
Now, I could relax and let the love stuff find a way … Or, so I thought.
To be continued…
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