Talking to Your Ovaries Works!

I've been giving my ovaries a pep talk every day since finishing my Clomid. "Grow little follies, grow!" has been the most commonly used sentence for about a week now. Well, all that persistance paid off!

Dr. Felix found three large, very perfect follies on my right ovary yesterday afternoon. My left was covered in tiny ones that will just cyst over. I feel like my right ovary deserves a name because she always comes through for me. Let's call her... Ovie. ;) Ovie came through with 17, 18, and 25 mm follies. When we first started the ultrasound, my doctor said, "OH!!! Look how beautiful!!" to which I replied, "What do you see?!?!?!?" Then, there they were... I watched her measure over and over again while listening to her "ooohhh" and "aaahhh" over my follies. She told me I was responding beautifully to the Clomid and that if I come back pregnant with triplets, she has the follie scan photos to prove it. *ahem*

Well. I sure hope God's plan isn't for triplets. Twins, sure... but obviously, I'll take whatever I can get!! I think my chance of catching just one is much higher than anything, so we'll see. For a keepsake, she gave me an ultrasound picture of her "favorite follie," that way if we do get pregnant, we can say, "This was our baby before it was even conceived!!" Is that too weird? lol I didn't ask for the picture, she just said, "Keep this for good luck!" and handed it to me. I just smiled and thanked her.

So, I've been stuck with a needle of 10,000 units of HCG to make my ovaries do what they are supposed to so the follies don't just turn into cysts. I keep talking to Ovie, telling her it's okay to remember she's female and function properly, and that if she promises to be good, I won't ever get a hysterectomy. I'll allow her to live a full life and die with me. But she has to behave. Yes, I barter with my body parts.

I have to give prayer more credit than bartering with my ovaries. On Sunday morning, Glenn and I had our pastor pray over us. I thoroughly believe in the power of prayer. I've seen it work and do big things in peoples' lives. Glenn and I pray constantly and always ask others to please think of us in their quiet time. Dealing with PCOS makes life hard, but when you're trying to conceive under the rath of PCOS, life is even harder. We try to stay positive and remember God has a plan for us. Even if it's multiples, we'll love those babies like no one else! Our pastor did pray that God gives us a house full of babies... oops.