Doctor's Visits

A new day!

I think I’m just trying to make these post titles as dramatic as possible. I have trouble writing a descriptor prior to the blog post, so maybe I’ll go back and revise them all later.  We had our first appointment at the new doctor on December 20th.  Prior to the appointment, I had all my records transferred over and filled out an extensive amount of paperwork for both myself and J.  I felt as though this was going to be different experience from the moment making the appointment – no idea why because the process wasn’t especially different.

When we walk in the office that day, we are escorted to a room where we watch a video on the history of the practice, an overall summary of infertility, the choices that people have, the probable causes of infertility, etc.  Then, we met with the doctor in his office where we discussed what we had done so far and a lot about our history.  So far, this was already more than what the first doctor had done with us.  He was helpful and informative, though slightly odd.  I usually don’t trust people who aren’t a little strange, so in my book, this was a good thing.  Then, we immediately went into the exam room to do an ultrasound it was an optimal day for me, cycle wise.  (Side note: having ultrasounds while on your period apparently is extremely helpful, but is truly very mentally uncomfortable.)

After three minutes (or so, I have no idea) of the ultrasound wand moving around, the doctor says “Huh, well, that’s weird” which is something you always want to hear (Another note: I have gotten used to these comments by this point and expect to hear something less than complimentary every time there’s a wand in my vagina.) So, after a few more minutes, I’m told to get up, get dressed and meet back in the office with J.  At that point the doctor asked me if my endometriosis was brought up in my last appointments. I said, what endometriosis?!?!?!  Anyway, after I got over that shock, he explained that it was likely fairly severe and that we needed to do a hysteroscopy and laparoscopy.  Cue the tears. I don’t know why, necessarily, but I was upset and relieved all at the same time. Finally! There was a concrete answer for why I can’t conceive and a pathway to the solution.

Because the doctor was having surgery himself over the next few months, he referred me to someone who would do the surgery and then I would come back to him after the surgery for additional treatment.  The surgery was scheduled for February 15th.

During this appointment, we also did additional blood work on both J & me. It all came back fine, I still had increased levels of testosterone (one of the factors that led to my diagnosis of PCOS), but nothing else notable.

 

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