Tuesday, June 26, 2012

April 9, 2012

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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