As the doctor sat down, I said, “I’m not sure what I want you to say right now, that something is wrong, or nothing is wrong. I’m not sure what would be worse.” He said, “Nothing is wrong.”
In fact, he said our numbers were great. I produce more than enough oestrogen, my husband has, as Jeff Bingham calls it, supersperm (which is significantly different to supers perm which is what my iMac wants to keep correcting to).
The verdict? Keep trying and come back in 6 months, “Or sooner if it’s driving you crazy and you want to.” Driving me crazy? Doc, I have been a permanent resident of crazy for years now, but thanks.
He said the next step is a laparoscopy to check my fallopian tubes and for endometriosis. At this point I mentioned the naturopath I’ve been to. He shuddered. I said she had mentioned a slight detection of endometriosis. He said, “What, in your chakras?” I laughed, because he’s a nice man, and it was kind of funny. That aside, I do believe in naturopaths and alternate therapy, so I think a trip to the acupuncturist might be in store. Needles don’t necessarily bother me, but ask me again when I have 50 of them sticking out of my uterus.
The bottom line is that everything should be good. I know that plenty of infertility is “unexplained” and that doesn’t necessarily make me feel any better, but I suppose it is good in that it doesn’t mean any further poking/prodding or expensive treatment (see: IVF) just yet. There’s still hope.
So today I am thankful for hope. I am thankful that, technically, nothing is wrong. And I am thankful that we looked into this before December 31 and got 98% of our money back for the last 2 OB visits plus sperm analysis (Thank you medicare safety net). And I’m thankful for a nice doctor who made me laugh when really, all I have wanted to do is cry.
Linking up with Kate Says Stuff for Thankful Thursday!