So today was my Day 3 FSH testing appointment. Blood was drawn, and the nurse took my word on my height and weight (since I was weighed last week at another blood draw for my new job, I’m fairly certain it’s accurate.) During the ultrasound, my antral follicle count hit a comfortable 19. My doctor likes to see at least 10 between the two ovaries; one side had 12, one side had seven. I silently congratulated my ovaries on a job well done. Full results will come on Monday while I’m visiting my family. Hopefully they don’t overhear that convo.
Or maybe not. I’m thinking that I might tell my parents that we’re trying to conceive, and that we’ve had a spot of trouble in doing so. I’ve mentioned before that my mom seems to make shit happen; as much as I claim to hate signs and portents, I want her on my side. I think that if she knows it’s been difficult for me, she’s less likely to do the, “Sooo, news?” question, and would probably instead wait for me to let her know what’s going on. And honestly: I really just want my mommy.
(Also, info: I know nothing about her reproductive history save that she’s had four healthy pregnancies and one pregnancy that resulted in a stillbirth. I’m not sure if she had miscarriages or when she went into menopause. I’d also like to know if there were any other women in our family who had trouble conceiving.)
Question if you’re TTC: have you told your family? How did they react? Did you get insight into your family history? Do you feel pressure when they eye your stomach each month and you’re forced to say you just ate pancakes to chase away your sorrows?