Results are in..

Unexplained Infertility it is I guess.

I had my follow-up appt. today with Dr. S. All five hundred things she tested came back great. She said the last round of bloodwork I had wasn't accurate as it was not done on CD3 (thanks past idiot doctor) so any worries I had before should be wiped away. The one thing she did mention was that I have a pretty serious Vitamin D deficiency and that I would need to begin supplements right away. I told her that I was super happy my hormone levels looked awesome, but that I almost feel as if unexplained IF is the worst kind to have.

She laughed SO hard at that comment. Like giggle snort followed by a loud cackling sound.  "No, the worst kind would be me telling you that your tubes are blocked and your uterus is scarred and that you'll never ever have children!! That's when you can think you may have the worst kind." She truly feels as if, and these are her words, "that the extra tissue is causing the issue." Meaning I'm fat and need to lose weight. She wants me to look into a program my OBGYN office is starting up in January that is kind of like weight watchers meets nutri-system. It's a little pricey, but I think I'm going to seriously consider it.

After my appt R and I mulled everything over and we've decided that we're going to enjoy ourselves and the holidays and begin our 1st round of meds in February or March.  Dr. S called for a semen analysis for sometime in January or February and she said she'll think about an HSG for me when the time comes. I'm probably going to suck it up and request one before we do the Clomid. Better safe than sorry and I want to do things the right way. Hopefully by the time March hits I'll have lost enough weight and I won't need to use Clomid.


Here's to a lot of hoping and a lot of calorie counting this Holiday Season.

Let the Testing Begin!

First things first, CD3 BW.

So here is how my day went yesterday. For the last month I've had plans to meet with a friend for lunch.  I was really looking forward to it, got all cute'sied up for work that day and planned on making the one and a half hour drive down to West Lafayette for my lunch date. 

Well my body had other plans.  CD 1 hit me hard Tuesday afternoon meaning I had to get my butt in to the lab for blood work on Thursday.  I've been waiting for this day to come for about as long as I have the lunch date.  I thought I had it all figured out to where my trip to the lab wouldn't interfere with my plans, however, things don't always work out as planned.  If trying to get pregnant has taught me anything these last 11 months, it's that exact phrase.  Things don't always work out as planned, like ever. (Said in my worst Taylor Swift impersonation ever)

I get to my OBGYN's office, they have a lab on site, and the waiting room is basically empty. Score!!! I get checked in and within minutes the lab tech called me up to the window to ask me a few questions:  

1) Are you on CD3? Yes.

2) Did you fast for 7 hours? Try 16 hours because I wanted to be on the safe side since Dr. S never told me the details on this work up other than I had to fast. No time length, nothing.

...and then came the question that totally ruined my day...

3) Do you know you have to stay here for the next two hours so that I can draw your blood twice more after you drink the Glucose part of your test? Insert blank stare here and commence jumbled up word vomit. 

A few text messages later my lunch date with M was cancelled and hopefully rescheduled for next weekend, and there I sat camped out in the waiting room for what would total three, very, very long hours.

All I have to say is thank the sweet Lord for Candy Crush, the Facebook app, and IG. 

After my first draw, (which was like 8 freaking viles holy hell!) I went and chatted with the receptionist to schedule my follow-up. At the end of said chatting, she goes, "Wait, are you pregnant?!" Cue weird half smile half sad face followed by a "Nope, not yet." She felt really bad and said sorry seven times over. I told her to plan on seeing me around more as getting pregnant is what we're working on.  She got a big smile and said that I've come to the right place.  I'm hoping so D!

During my wait a few very pregnant women came and went, as well as a few frightened looking pregnant teens with their mothers.  One mom flopped out her booby to breastfeed and did so with the most confidence I'd ever seen.  It was awesome, and she totally carried on a conversation the entire time with one of the secretaries. Then came the long conversation between her and a fellow pregnant woman about their deliveries.  Then that tug in my stomach came and traveled up to my heart causing teary eyes.  When will I get to have my delivery story? I honestly long for the day an anesthesiologist stabs me in the back with an epi, or maybe the day that my baby comes out in no time and there's no time left to get an epi.  So long as the baby and I come out of it healthy, I could care less how she or he comes into the world.  I just want our baby and our story to share in the dr's office with another mother.

Time will tell. My follow-up is Wednesday morning, so that's when we'll know what's up or what's not up with my body. Fingers crossed and praying hard that we can figure out a plan based on the results!