The Story So Far
I made the appointment with the fertility clinic before we got married. I got a recommendation from someone in Seattle and just called up.
I was shocked at how easy it was. Granted the paperwork stack they emailed me was medium-hard for a new patient but not so bad. I filled it out, put it in the important paperwork safe and didn't think more about it.
We got to Seattle on August 7th. My appointment was the 19th. +Dana Fried
was out of town for her orientation week but I expected it to be no big deal.
I was wrong. I left with a prescription for birth control pills, instructions to take them on day three of my next period and a promise to follow up with a calendar for an egg collection cycle.
I got the date the next day, I would start drugs for egg collection August 30th.
There are some unusual reasons- The lab is being remodeled so this was the only slot left, my cycle happened to be in line and we wanted to do pre-implantation diagnosis so I could do embryo creation and implantation at different times because the embryos need to be frozen for genetic analysis anyway.
So that is how I ended up back at the clinic two days later for an Atrial Follicle Count. This is basically just a ultrasound of your ovaries where they look for the little circles of ripening eggs. This was a little nerve wracking because this is where I find out if my body just looks too old for me to have a shot. I go in hoping for more than 5, anything less and doing this at all is bad odds. She counts the left- and it looks like about 5, I have a moment of relief while she moves the wand and counts the right- 9 more. That is almost better than I dared hope for and a pretty clear green light. I call Dana- who is still in Mountain View at the Marshmallow launch party and tell her. It is a moment of mixed excitement and terror.
Dana comes home and the next morning we walk to the clinic together to sign a bunch of consent forms. The paperwork and logistics are a little terrifying. The rest of the week is a swirl of paperwork and phonecalls. Friday I go in for a suppression check to make sure I am ready to go, it all looks good (and weirdly the follicle count is up to 18?!) and later that same day a giant box of scary drugs shows up and I put some of it in the Fridge.