Day 3 Results

My nurse called and I just finished doing a praise the Lord dance!

My Estrogen was 41, and they want it under 50.  So, that's good.

My LH was 9.  They'd like to see it under 6, but more importantly, they want LH to be less than FSH.

And so, with that, my FSH was... drum roll please... 13.6!  Is this good?  No, they want to see FSH under 10.  But, you know what?  I don't care!  It's not over 18.6!!  It's under 18.6!!  Phew!!!  I can breathe again!

I've never had an FSH result under 10.  I already know that I have high FSH, low AMH and that I have diminished ovarian reserve.  Fine.  I get that.  I've already dealt with it.  I was just so, so, so worried that my FSH result would have been much higher than my highest-ever of 18.6.  I was worried that it had drastically increased in the recent months that have passed.  That I'd have no chance of another cycle working - so much so, that it wouldn't be worth it even going through the motions... for a fifth time (I cringe just typing that).  I know that my chances are less.  In fact, much less than someone who doesn't have high FSH or low AMH.  But I'm still looking at it like I at least have a chance.  And right now, I believe that a chance is all I need to finally be able to meet my miracle baby. 

I have about a million questions swirling around in my head right now.  Luckily (and thanks to my fellow CCRM friends), I already scheduled a re-group with my doctor for Wednesday afternoon.  I'm hoping to get my questions answered and to find out what protocol is suggested for me... (an aggressive one, I'm sure).  After that, I should be able to work with my nurse on putting together my IVF calendar(s) - something I'm so eager to finally get done!

I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders this afternoon...  I am so thankful and so relieved.  But now I wait... again. 

In the meantime, I will celebrate Easter again this weekend (someone explain to me how Greek Orthodox Easter is different than ours!  Actually, I know it's because we use a different calendar, but still, I don't get it...) and I will surely stuff my belly full of feta, moussaka, baklava and all things Greek.  Opa!