It's a delicate thing - this balancing act of not over or under stimulating our poor bodies. Will this amount of drugs make my ovaries explode or will I end up with no eggs? It's a question we leave to our doctors and yet we are the ones who actually have to walk that tight rope.
My first IVF we were on the lowest dosage and I got 9 eggs, 5 fertilized and three were transferred. My second IVF they increase the dose a bit and I got 10 eggs, but only 3 fertilized, and in the end only one embryo could be transferred. The results were so different that if you read my data on paper I could be two different women. So the real question now is what will they do for IVF#3? They want to get more eggs but what's going to do the trick? That drug cocktail has yet to be announced to me so I will save that news for the new year. In the mean time, my left over vials sit in my bathroom waiting, just like me, in great anticipation of what they will be used for next. I guess I shouldn't be so amazed at how fragile and unpredictable the doses are, I mean, we are venturing upon the greatest experiment there is - life.