Yesterday I had my second appointment with my RE, Dr. B. It was actually encouraging, and I feel SO MUCH better to now have a plan of attack. Although DH and I will continue our TTC the old-fashioned way, there is now a “Plan B” underway and I finally have a medical doctor monitoring my progress, so I feel very optimistic about things.
AF showed up last Friday morning and was gone by Sunday evening. Although it was another abnormally short period like I’ve been getting lately, the intensity of the pain more than made up for its length. I had to call out of work on Friday because the cramps were just too much to bear. I spent all of Thursday evening, all day Friday, and most of Saturday morning in bed with mind-blowing cramps.
The one time I did get out of bed Friday I experienced a “popping” sensation on my ovary, followed by a jolt of pain that was so severe it had me doubled over and crying. I think that was the cyst rupturing. I’ve no idea if that’s good or bad. See, endometriosis can cause these “chocolate cysts” that can rupture, causing the contents of old blood to release and, if there’s a lot of adhesion action going on in that area (which in my case is pretty much a certainty), that spilled blood has nowhere to go. Yikes.
Anyway, a few highlights from yesterday’s visit:
- The u/s showed that the cyst they found on my ovary 11 days ago is gone: AF took care of that. See above paragraph.
- Based on the blood work drawn at my initial visit, I am a carrier for cystic fibrosis. This was especially interesting because I’ve researched my family tree all the way back to my 6th great-grandparents, and there was no mention on either side of cystic fibrosis. As a result of this finding, DH’s blood was drawn yesterday so Dr. B can ensure he’s not also a carrier.
- I am Vitamin D deficient. I KNEW I needed more sunlight! Yes—an excuse to tan!
- My thyroid is out of whack. This point alone was worth all of yesterday’s visit. I’ve suspected for more than a year now that my thyroid was off. My mom had a thyroid disorder. My oldest brother has a thyroid disorder. My sister likely has a thyroid problem. Last year I had my thyroid tested twice. Both times my numbers were out of range, but my crappy, evil family doctor did nothing except tell me he wouldn’t do anything to correct it. Dr. B, on the other hand, immediately put me on Synthroid to get it corrected. An unbalanced thyroid can contribute to infertility. Hey—I’ll take all the help I can get.
- DH is getting his fertility tested too. Dr. B was surprised to learn yesterday when I told him DH had never been tested before, so off DH went for blood work and then Dr. B presented him with The Cup (“Fill it up and get it back to me ASAP” was about all the medical advice given there). Although DH is over 35, I’m pretty confident things are moving along swimmingly on his end (bad pun, I know). Even though, my feelings on it mean nothing without first making sure everything’s good in that department.
So I’m on what Dr. B’s office calls “tracking,” where I go in for weekly visits throughout this entire cycle and they check to be sure I’m ovulating, to have my egg fragility and age tested, and to continue monitoring my hormone levels. I return in one week from today for the ovulation test. I honestly don’t know what to expect from that.
Following my month of tracking, Dr. B plans to start me on three cycles of Clomid followed by IUI.
With all these upcoming doctor’s appointments, I had to tell Boss something. While reviewing our calendar for the rest of April, I told him I’d be in late next week for my next doctor visit. Boss has been concerned about me lately, asking if I’m okay and such, and I knew I couldn’t continue being vague about what’s going on here. I very uncomfortably, and without looking at Boss, said that “we’re seeing a fertility doctor, so I have to go there kinda often for now” and left it at that. Boss simply replied “Oh.” Later yesterday afternoon in the elevator, Boss said to me “I’ll be praying for you about what you told me earlier. And don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone about it.” I awkwardly thanked him and said something about how some things can’t be kept a secret forever. In an attempt at lightheartedness, Boss said if I was pregnant, that there’s no way I could keep that a secret forever. I murmured a reply that I wasn’t pregnant. As if I needed another reminder.
Topping off all of the above, I had another session with my therapist, Dee last night. It wasn’t as emotional for me as our usual sessions, and I didn’t even tear up once! We discussed my medical treatment with Dr. B, who Dee told me she’d once visited once herself.
We spent most of the session discussing my discomfort relating to DH about the spiritual side of this TTC. See, DH is a big proponent of faith healing, as he’s been brought up spiritually in a more Pentecostal, charismatic sector of Christianity than I was. On the other side of the coin, I was brought up in a very conservative Baptist church, and—while I don’t necessary adhere to a great deal of the denomination itself—there are some things that have stuck with me over the years, and I find the notion of “Name it, Claim it,” “Blab it, Grab it” to be unbiblical. The rift between DH and I on this issue is an entire blog topic in itself that I don’t have the time or inclination to get into today. I’ll think that one over some before I write much more about it.
So, end of post, there is now a plan of attack. And I’m ready to attack.