Big Week?

It has been a pretty big week.

Partly, because I have eaten at three delicious restaurants this week, and made sure to maintain my status as Proud Member of the CPC (that's Clean Plate Club, to all you non-fatties).

And also partly because I took care of some business this week.

First, I attended my very first RESOLVE meeting on Wednesday night. RESOLVE is the national association for infertility, and it was nice to hash things out with some women in similar situations face to face. The group meets monthly, and last night, there were only four of us there. I find it's much easier to get together in a smaller group like that to discuss these sensitive topics. I have been to a similar group at my church, and sometimes there have been six, seven, eight women there - everyone has a long and detailed story, it's almost too much. We met in a public library, in one of the study rooms (usually they meet in a conference room, or slightly more private location). Because everything else was booked, and we were stuck in a glass enclosed room - it felt a little like a fish bowl!

But it was nice to talk to people, and know that they know what you're feeling, because they have been there too. In an ideal world, I would love to be more involved with this group. Unfortunately, due to my upcoming work schedule (tax season really is just around the corner), I am going to try to limit my activity, and see what work will allow.

Secondly, Thursday afternoon, I received a phone call.

Background: Earlier this month, I had been to see my doctor. She recommended a few more treatments with her, and them the possibility of moving on to a reproductive endocrinologist. A specialist. I took the phone numbers of some doctors she recommended, and didn't think too much more about it. One day, after talking to Buttons, I decided to just get off my ass and make an appointment with the specialist. I figured I would be waiting months and months to get in anyway, might as well be proactive.

WELL. Yesterday, I get a call from the specialists office, and they had an opening today! So I dragged the Hubs along (I didn't actually have to drag him along, he was very willing to come with). I was very surprised to see four other couples going in and out of the waiting room, about our age. That was kind of reassuring? We met with Dr. Suave (obviously not his real name, but he was older, and not hard on the eyes). The doctor was very nice, down to earth, and obviously had empathy for our situation. After we gave some information and medical history, he talked to us about potential treatment options, including procedures and new drugs.

Now, I must be twelve years old. This doctor is in the business of making babies. This is his profession. But when he said "penis" and "vagina", I am surprised I didn't burst out laughing immediately. I mean, seriously, I almost died.

Anyway, I had an ultrasound and some blood work done. Nothing like some awesome invasive tests. And looking like a heroin addict again (maybe it's more festive because it's Halloween?) It looks like we have a plan for the next cycle, which is quite exciting (until the next time I have to go in for an ultrasound).