One minute I’m sitting in the OBGYNs rooms waiting for my baseline scan and pondering thoughts like whether I really want to be a mom post40, questioning why I’m doing this and googling ‘dreading being a mom’ and then the next minute I’m in my car in tears because I don’t have enough follicles for a viable cycle. What a mind f*€% this process is!
Now I’m sitting in a coffee shop with my calendar redoing my potential time line for the next cycle and stressing myself over conflicts with weekends away etc. I swore that this would not rule my life and I wouldn’t be a slave to the process of falling pregnant.
Strongly considering just going with the 7 frozen eggs we already have and gambling that it will be enough and if it isn’t then those are the cards that life has dealt us.