I went to see a new doctor
today. I had several recommendations for this particular doctor from various
friends and thought it was time. Everyone who struggles with infertility and
goes to a fertility specialist says they wish they had gone sooner. So, I
thought I better go. The first meeting went really well. I really like him.
He actually has a sense of humor, which is refreshing when you’re dealing with
something as serious and often sad, as infertility. It’s nice to take a load
off and just talk and laugh.
No exam today…just chatting about my history and
my future. We talked about my somewhat irregular cycles, how I no longer have
to track my basal temperature every morning (great news for me), what each of
these scenarios can mean and lots more. He says we’ll test a few different
areas, see what’s going on and figure out how to get me a baby. Sounds good to
me, I thought.
The front office staff was in tune with me and cheerful, which
was a contrast to my last doctor’s office in Arkansas. Some other time I’ll
write about the girl who I wanted to punch at the front desk.
This new doctor had a fabulous nurse and kept the focus on getting me pregnant. So, we’re all here for the
same goal. Check. Now on to the business. They want to see me again on the
third day of my period. At that time, they’ll do an internal ultrasound and
some blood work to see where I stand. Sounds gross, but sounds like action. And
it’s time for that.
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