I never imagined we would be in this place. It SUCKS. I'm actually finding myself in a hopeful place right now. HOPE is the word that goes hand in hand with infertility. Along with despair, sadness, defeat...you get the picture.
Tuesday, January 3rd, I had a doctors appointment with a new doctor at Rockhill Women's Clinic in Lee's Summit. I've been looking forward to this appointment for a few months now. December was tough. Really tough. So this appointment was a glimmer of hope. I am excited to finally be getting some answers!
I went by myself after work and was surprisingly calm on the drive down. I couldn't find a parking spot to save my life, and I wasn't even sure where I was going. I ended up parking on the opposite end of the hospital and walking all the way across. I arrived about 30 minutes early and then proceeded to wait another 40 minutes to be called back. Doctors offices are.the.worst.
I think the doctor was in the room for all of five minutes. I was pretty shocked that she barely asked me any questions and just started rambling off the plan. Now that I think about it, I'm relieved that she is so proactive and that I didn't have to prove my point that something isn't right, but at the same time, she didn't take any time to get to know my situation. The whole thing felt SO rushed. It didn't help that she talked faster than Pastor Adam. I'm still sorting through everything she said.
Here's the plan:
- blood work at the office 1/3/16
- semen analysis asap
- ultrasound 1/26
- more blood work 1/26
Yep. I HAD BLOOD WORK ALL BY MYSELF AND I DIDN'T DIE! I'm pretty proud of that. Luckily, the tech was great and it really wasn't too bad. She took 6 viles of blood!!!!!
We are basically in a holding pattern until the end of the month. I'm waiting for my period to start as I type. I hate this not knowing wait. Kyle will be in Oslo at the end of the month, which means more blood work by myself. Ugh
We'll see what the next few months hold!
