🌙 The Whirlwind of Uncertainty

ust when I thought we were moving toward the next steps, today’s appointment shifted everything. The doctor who did my ultrasound couldn’t seem to find the follicles on the right side. I’ve never had her perform my ultrasounds before, and now I’m left wondering if something has changed since yesterday—or if it’s simply a difference in the way each doctor reads the scan.

She told me to come back in on Friday. And now my mind is spinning. Does that mean I’ll need more medication? If so, I may have to pay out of pocket for Menopur—no longer covered by my insurance—and the cost is staggering. Four vials come to $1,211.

The thought of possibly driving back to the pharmacy, scraping together money for medication, and bracing myself for more uncertainty feels like too much. I’m at my wits’ end. At times, it feels like a losing battle.

I keep reminding myself to breathe deeply, to slow down, to pray for peace in this waiting. I’m trying to trust that the nurse’s update will bring clarity and that somehow this will still move forward. But the truth is—I’m tired.