Office Visit Report

(thanks everyone for the crossed fingers...we'll have to see what the next couple of weeks brings)

This was the first time I have met with anyone at my OB/GYN office other than the Nurse Practitioner I've been seeing since we moved down here. I've really liked her, but I was still a little nervous that the Doctors in the practice wouldn't be as nice, that I wouldn't feel like they cared. Add that to my running late this AM, and my pulse was racing when I got to the office (still good blood pressure though at 104/60 or something like that).

After waiting for what felt like forever, but was perhaps only 10 minutes (one of the disadvantages to using a cell phone as a watch substitute is having to turn it off when in a doctor's office), the doctor stuck his head into the exam room and said, "oh good, you're dressed" and took me into his office. This office building is like an old house, so it has some nooks and crannies, and has fun things like a fireplace in his office, which makes for a very warm feeling vs. being cold and utilitarian.

We talked a little bit about my history, what's been going on, my age, that I've been charting my temps (but neglected to bring actual charts, though I had all the data!) and jumped directly to a prescription for Clomid (or generic) for me and a prescription for semen testing for my husband. (this is where I turn into a 12 year old and giggle about what he's going to have to do for that procedure) As the doc said, there's no point in pumping medicines into me for months if DH also has issues, it's better to find out upfront. He clearly didn't want to give me any false hope about what my body is doing at this time, but also didn't want to say that it couldn't happen.

So, if my body was just fooling with me and I didn't ovulate, or if our relations had no effect for other reasons, and I have a period, I'll start the Clomid (50mg) cycle, and DH will go do what he needs to do. But my fingers will still be crossed for the next couple of weeks. I feel hopeful, but it also feels good to have a plan, that I'm no longer going to be passively waiting for the stars to align and my body to miraculously start cooperating.

And much like I had to let the idea go that I was going to be pregnant at 28, I'm starting to let the idea go that it was going to be easy for me to get pregnant. Life just doesn't always meet our expectations, does it?

[This is where I note that I'm going to try very hard not to write about this again until I have some conclusive results to report. And now back to our previously scheduled blathering about fun stuff.]