So we had the RE appt a few weeks ago. Before the doctor saw us he wanted a semen analysis from the hubby and both of our medical history. We made the SA appt the same day as the RE appt so that we would have the results that day. We also could get the "sample" at home and bring it to the office. Dave and I both decided to take the day off of work that day to just try and relax.
The day of the appt came and we had to drop the sample off at the doctors office, first thing in the morning. We get there and we need to sign the sample in. The receptionist looks vaguely familiar and I peek at her nametag, Oh god it's my boss from about ten years ago. Nothing like handing a cup of your husbands jizz to your former boss. Can we say awkward, I'm pretty sure she recognizes me, which makes me turn red instantaneously and try to avoid eye contact at all costs.
The doctor was nice, talked with us both for over an hour and did the ultrasound right then and there. He was definitely a character, he informed Dave that his SA results were stellar and that he should hang them on the fridge, I was informed that I had a beautiful cervix which made Dave and I both feel a little awkward. It turns out I had just ovulated! Go me! He basically said I have a very mild form of pcos and to eat healthier and look for a less stressful job (I'm in an extremely stressful social worker job where I basically cry everyday). I also got forbidden from eating my beloved potatoes...sob! Game plan was to wait it out and get bloodwork done on CD2. Simple enough.
One week passes, two weeks pass, three weeks come and go. Where the fuck is my period, the pregnancy tests that I repeatedly pee on all say negative. Dave kept thinking that it was because of the pcos, but I tried to explain to him that I already ovulated and something should be happening, cue more tears. I called the RE's office and went in for another ultrasound, well turns out that I've got a mother fucking cyst that is preventing anything from happening. So in the three weeks since the last ultrasound, the corpus luteum sealed up and filled with fluid which was now about 1 1/2 inches diameter. Blast. The RE said there was nothing he could do and to wait it out some more. Freaking A.
Then my period came, I said a thank you to the heavens, as that long summer cycle finally ended. So following blood tests, it looks like I'm on metformin for the next few months, and if nothing then, then we move to clomid.
A part of me feels guilty and mad at myself for getting to this point. I gained almost 50 pounds in the last four years, which has now made it difficult for me to get pregnant, and puts myself and my unborn child at risk during the pregnancy. On a vain and random thought, I get scared that I will be one of those women who doesn't get a cute bump, and who you can't tell is pregnant so nobody ever asks. Although overweight, I don't think I look terribly overweight, but I wonder if my husband will ever be able to feel the baby kick, given the layer of fat on my belly. Ridiculous, crazy I know, but still a small fear.
But now we have a gameplan, and on to the next step. Fingers crossed!
