Today I worked from home again. I am in the nasty habit of sleeping till 9:00 and getting online by 9:03. Brush your teeth as your outlook loads with the emails from the previous night. Put some yoga pants on with the shirt you slept in the night before. Shower? Maybe around lunch time, likely not at all. Work straight through lunch - enjoying an oh so flavorful Lean Cuisine as you passively listen to a call , instead of really paying attention. Work till 6 or so and then cook up some dinner. Nope - never leave the house. I did this the past 2 days and 3 times last week (and most of July and August). I DID, however, leave the house yesterday AND today! Yesterday, I went on a walk with a neighbor and today, I went to what was supposed to be tennis lessons with another neighbor, but the instructor didn't show. So, we went on a walk instead. It was nice. I really like my neighbors :) The weather here is cooling off - maybe we will really have Fall this year before! Tonight though, I've decided that if I am going to blog about my infertility, I should jump right into our story!!!
Around Christmas of 2006, I was about to the end of a pack of BC and we had a big trip planned to the Dominican Republic in February. We decided to toss the pills and avoid the "fertile" window in January. I was so concerned about not being able to drink at our all inclusive resort. How typical, right? So, I took my ovulation sticks on the trip in February (have I mentioned that my sister treats getting pregnant like a science experiment and gave me this website to get discounted ovulation sticks? she encouraged me to get some - not that it was a bad idea, M). Well, no positive ovulation reading - but, I didn't pee on them religiously, like I later mastered. I kept this up each month and saw a positive result maybe once. Seemed weird, but whatever - I probably just missed it, right?
Something wasn't quite right, so I made an appointment with my OB/GYN for July. I went to the appointment ready to ask my questions. I totally expected him to humor me and at least draw some blood. Instead, he said to me, "Your sister is our patient, too? She has a child? You are 28? You're a healthy girl - stop worrying. Don't stress. Go have sex and have fun." I AM NOT KIDDING YOU. THIS IS REALLY WHAT HE SAID. I made it to my car before crying. Was he serious? I am a total hypochondriac? After crying for a few minutes - I got MAD. Like so mad I wanted to march back into his office and ask him where he got off saying that to me. But, I didn't. I went back to work. I went home. And I threw out the ovulation sticks.
In October, I called the OB again. I, not so politely, said that I wanted to see anyone but "Dr. Your sister has a baby" and I wanted to see them now. I got in and went to see the next guy. I told him my plight and what had happened with "Dr. YSHAB (reference DR above)" and how upset I was and that I just had a feeling and yada yada. He gave me a list of tests he could run. Then he gave me a list of RE's that he would recommend, said R could have a SA and Oh! how about trying some clomid. "You can take it 3 - 6 months. I am sure it will be the solution." I decided to move forward with the blood work and take the Clomid. {Enter wicked hot flashes and mood swings!} All of the tests they ran came back "within range" (too bad I didn't catch which tests were included - not like I would have known what a normal FSH level was back then). By December, I was not encouraged and made an appointment with the RE for January. R had his 1st SA the day after Christmas- all seemed fine.
Enter the wonderful year of 2008. I'll fill you in on this roller coaster beginning tomorrow. It's midnight and I need to drag my sorry butt into the office tomorrow (translate - get up at 6:30 instead of 9- EEK!!). Plus, this post is getting obnoxiously long.
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