"How do they look? Oooh, I see several spots! How big are they? Is that good?" I'm lucky she didn't ram that thing up to my throat just to shut me up. The tech was very nice, though, and explained all of my measurements, but failed to give me the thumbs up I was looking for. Undaunted, I decided that upping my dosage was probably the next step, and I looked forward to the afternoon "results" call. Hearing my own diagnosis reconfirmed will reassure me that, after all, I can Google, so I must know all there is to know about this process, right?
Only there has been no phone call. No news. I called and left a voice mail just before they turn their phones off, and got a return call saying that a return call would probably be coming soon. (Seriously, who does that?)
So I'm telling myself that no news is good news. Only no news is NOT good news, it is NO NEWS and NO NEWS is driving me up the wall. In fact, I'm feeling a more-than-normal amount of annoyance at just about everyone and everything right now. So, in place of my own news, I'm going to catch up on my blog reading and hope that the rest of you have some news to share. Anyone?
Sometimes, it feels like no news is the worst kind of news when dealing with IF. Being left to teeter on the edge of hopefulness and disappointment for any extra amount of time is enough to drive my anxiety level right through the roof! I hope that they call immediately tomorrow morning. And that they are delivering excellent news when the call comes. :)
ReplyDeleteOh gosh, I totally know what you mean! My last IVF I drove myself nuts waiting for the call from the embryologist with an embryo update and by the time we connected, I had killed off all the embryos and was convinced she was going to say there was nothing left. I was wrong, of course.
ReplyDeleteHang in there!