Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Introducing Doctor Debbie Downer!

I scheduled a doctors appointment for today in hopes of getting some answers as to what was going on with my last cycle. Taking into consideration the extreme pain and the early AF last week I really felt like something was wrong. Unfortunately my doctor is out of town until the first week of November, so I was scheduled with another doctor from her practice.

I was nervous about meeting with another doctor since I feel so comfortable with my current doctor, but since I wanted to get things figured out before I was supposed to take my Clomid prescription tomorrow I sucked it up and took the early morning appointment.

So my first bad vibe was from the other doctor's nurse. She didn't even look up at me as she called my name and brought me back to the room. Didn't say a thing to me. That was strange but... whatever. Then the doctor comes in. She introduces herself. No "Nice to meet you", no "How are you doing today?" Nothing. Besides obviously sizing me up, (yes I know I look young! I'm not!), she doesn't even crack a smile or look me in the eye. I get the feeling she is extremely put out that she is having to see me, and her tone is almost as if she's doing me a favor rather than me paying for a service (and boy, am I paying!). She almost accusingly tells me that my doctor is in Baltimore...as if I should have just waited to see her a week. From here on we shall call her Doctor Debbie Downer or Dr. DD.

Dr. DD asks me to tell her what is going on. I launch into my detailed explanation of my horrendous pain last Tuesday, the nurse telling me it is ovulation, my period starting on Saturday, the lack of spotting or cramps, the fact that it stopped Monday night and started up again this morning. She doesn't even appear to be listening to me until I tell her the only thing I did differently this cycle was take the Clomid at night and mention that I don't see how that could make that much of a difference. Dr. DD's head snaps up,

"Actually it does make a difference, " she tells me accusingly, "We always have our patients take it at night." She stares at me like this is the root of all my problems and makes me feel like a complete idiot. My doctor never said anything about time of day making a damn difference!

At this point I can tell she does not think very highly of my doctor. She makes offhand comments like "When I prescribe Clomid I have my patients go on Birth Control for three months " and "Why haven't you been referred to an RE yet? I always refer to an RE" and "Why would you have your doctor do a HSG? Since you're paying out of pocket I would think you would want the best job possible done." (My doctor specializes in HSGs but I digress...)

Dr. DD then tells me she's going to examine me. She speaks to me as you would a small child, very slowly and deliberately "Put your feet in these and then scoot down here." Like I've never been in stirrups before, good grief lady, I've been here before a time or two! Except for perfunctory "Does this hurt" when pushing on my stomach and "This is going to be cold and you are going to feel pressure" she doesn't say a word.

When she's done Dr. DD tells me that by the looks of my cervix that she doesn't think I'll get pregnant without an Intrauterine Insemination (IUI). She seems to think that my LEEP procedure in January has damaged my cervix. Hmmm, that is funny because THREE OTHER DOCTORS have complimented me on my cervix. Yes, I said complimented because whenever they've been down there they've always said "Oh! Your cervix looks fantastic! It looks really good!" Almost to the point where I am thinking of enrolling my cervix in John Robert Powers modeling school because they have always been so complimentary.

When she's done she sits me down and tells me that she obviously has different ideas on how to treat IF patients because she was one herself, again giving me the distinct impression that she does not agree with my doctor's treatment plan and does not think very highly of her. As if the fact that she has dealt with some form of IF makes her opinion more valuable. As someone who has dealt with IF I cannot believe the terrible bedside manner that Dr. DD had. How could she have possibly been an IF patient when she treats someone who is going through the same thing with such disregard? Her attitude completely shattered any ounce of credibility she may had have with me.

On top of it all she gave me zero answers other than "Sometimes Clomid messes up your cycle" regarding the early AF and the debilitating pain on Tuesday. I'm taking her advice on one thing, I'm not taking the Clomid this cycle, it just doesn't feel right. I've already made an appointment with MY doctor to discuss all of this on the day she gets back to the office, November 1st. So really I'm no closer to understanding what is going on than I was this morning before my appointment. What a waste of $60...

However, even after all of that the worse part of the appointment was after the doctor had hurried out of the room and I went to the restroom. While I was washing my hands I heard a rhythmic, "ker-thump, ker-thump, ker-thump". It was a sound I am only familiar with through television and movies but it was unmistakable...a heartbeat. As I walked out of the bathroom I passed a curtained room and heard a woman's thrilled voice "On honey, it's our baby's heartbeat!" There is nothing worse than walking out of an appointment like that one, after 19 months of TTC, and hearing someone else hearing their baby's heartbeat for the first time. I can't believe I made it to the car before breaking down in tears.


"Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm."Come in," she said "I'll give you shelter from the storm.""
-Bob Dylan


Saturday, October 20, 2007

Blindsided

I was really bummed today that my spotting had once again shown up for the 7th cycle..or maybe its the 8th... I'm losing count. Today it was pink rather than brown so that was different, I refused to get my hopes up thinking it was implantation spotting.

So I go to work this afternoon and when I come home what do I find? AF has shown up full force on CD 25 only 10 dpo that is 5 or 6 days early. What.the.hell?? This is so frustrating, I feel like something is seriously wrong with my stupid body. I've never been this early, and this is a medicated cycle so it shouldn't be like this! Also, last Clomid cycle I had horrendous cramps, worse than I've ever had, the night before AF showed up... this time nothing. nada. zilch in the way of AF symptoms. I was totally blindsided. I don't know what to do with myself besides call the doctor for an appointment, I have to know what is going on. First the pain on Tuesday and then this, my body is trying to tell me something for sure.

So on we go to cycle #20, the last medicated cycle before an HSG in December. Merry Christmas. Sorry for the unfunny, cranky tone of this blog tonight. I don't have it in me to try and be funny, or optimistic.... or anything besides tired of this whole journey right now.

"I've finally realized what life is all about...it's about hanging on when your heart has had enough. It's about giving more when you feel like giving up."
-Author Unknown

Friday, October 19, 2007

Pregnants at the Post Office

To preface this story-- my spotting came back today, right on time at 9 dpo. For the last 7 cycles this has heralded AF imminent arrival. Hope is pretty much dashed at this point so I'm feeling pretty darn sorry for myself.

So I'm at the Post Office standing between these two young women around my age. The one in front turns around and obviously recognizes the women behind me who is with her young son, on a leash (I just had to add that because it always perplexes me why the woman needs to leash up the child like a dog, but I digress...), the conversations went a little something like this:

Woman 1: "Mary? Mary! Hi!!! Look at Henry, he's so big"

Woman 2: " Hillary? Hi!!!! It's been too long. Yes, Henry is almost 2 now... and he's getting a little brother or sister!" (rubs her belly)

Woman 1: "Really! :: squeals :: No way!! Me too!!! This is too funny! When are you due? I'm due in April"

Woman 2: " No way! I'm due in March! How exciting! "

Where am I during all this? Awkwardly sandwiched right in the middle of their conversation thinking "Come ON! Seriously?? Why not me???" I kind of have the feeling that God is mocking me right now, or at least majorly testing me! :: sigh ::

" Th- that that don't kill me. Can only make me stronger. I need you to hurry up now. Cause I can't wait much longer."
-Kanye West "Stronger"

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

OUCH!

So I took yesterday off of work because I had a terrible migraine. Today I had a lot of work to catch up so I came to my mother's home office early so we could get started. Right after I got there I had this sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I thought it was strange and waited for it to go away... it didn't. I felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly in my ovaries. It reminded me of that Ron Burgundy movie quote "I'm gonna punch you in the ovary, that's what I'm gonna do. A straight shot. Right to the babymaker."

So I end up pretty my doubled over in pain for an hour. I completely freaked my mom out and she was insisting we go to the ER. I just couldn't go, all I could think is she's going to be there and is going to ask about what medications I'm on and I'm going to have to say Clomid. What a terrible way for my mom to find out we're undergoing fertility treatments, not to mention I'm absolutely sure she would blame whatever is going on with me on the Clomid because she is really anti-medicine.

So I just tell my mom to let me lie there for a bit. This was serious pain, I have a very high pain tolerance and I've never felt anything like it in my life.

After an hour passed the pain went away. I'm fairly certain I had a ruptured ovarian cyst and called my doctor's office about it and the nurse said there really was nothing they could do except give me an ultrasound to confirm it and pain meds. Well I don't need to have the expense from an ultrasound on my crappy insurance, I'm sure I'd end up paying for the whole thing and the pain is pretty much gone, not to mention I don't particularly want to drive into downtown Portland right now.

I don't think this rules me out this cycle necessarily. I'm 6 dpo and I've heard that ruptured cysts wouldn't necessarily negatively affect implantation, which would be occurring in the next couple days, so fingers crossed that we're still on track for this cycle!

So another day of work wasted. I feel like I'm falling apart piece by piece because I'm never sick and to have two different things wrong with me in two days is so odd! I joked with my friend Carrie that I was probably going to get hit by lightening tomorrow... :: knock on wood :: Hopefully tomorrow I get through the day without any sort of crazy pain!


"I hope they never find out that lightning has a lot of vitamins in it, because do you hide from it or not?"
- Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy

Monday, October 15, 2007

In the Two Week Wait again...

Well, here we are in the lovely two week wait again. My outlook on this cycle is much more relaxed, I didn't chart/OPK/CBEFM but I did break down and bought Preseed. To over share a bit Clomid dries you out like the Sahara, and that isn't fun for anyone.

I also didn't even talk to Rob about timing this month. TTC brings a whole new meaning to talking dirty."The stick I peed on said today is the day, come on over!" or "Hey honey I have egg white cervical mucus" His appropriate response to the latter is "You have WHAT...WHERE?" It just sucks the romance right out of the situation and really makes sex becomes more of a chore, something you *must* do as opposed to something you want to do. So I didn't say anything and simply used my feminine wiles on him, he had no idea we were..er.. banging for babies, to put it delicately.

Now here I am, definitely past my O day and now comes the waiting. I wish that I was busy right now because it would take my mind off of this. I think that is one of my problems lately, my business is so slow, my garden is dying back for the season, my house is always clean, since business is slow I have no money for shopping or going out with the girls... there is nothing for me to do so I obsess. If I could just go out shopping that would remedy everything, ha! I promise, I wouldn't even look at the baby section!

Rob and I went to the Pumpkin Patch this weekend, and it was a little tough. Same as last year it was teeming with children and babies and all that jazz. Just made me think back to last year when I thought we'd definitely be bringing a baby to the patch this year, (although the sitting in three hours of traffic afterwards made me grateful we didn't have a baby in the car). I had that same thought this time, "Maybe this time next year we'll be bringing Baby M to the patch"... although that it immediately followed by "What if this time next year we aren't pregnant and have no baby. That will be almost three years of TTC by then." Now that is a overwhelming thought, I just had to push it out of my mind because it is too difficult to comprehend.

Who knows where we'll be next year at this time. Maybe we'll have had Baby M... maybe we'll be pregnant... maybe we won't... Who knows. I guess time will tell.

"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."
-Mother Teresa

Saturday, October 6, 2007

My husband is amazing...

For the past week and a half I haven't been thinking baby thoughts at all. I've had an incredibly stressful time at work and I just haven't thought about it. I have to say, it wasn't fun being that stressed about what was going on at work but it was a nice break from the all-consuming baby thoughts 24 hours a day. I did take my Clomid but I completely forgot the green tea, didn't buy my OPKs and didn't restart my CBEFM. I think it was mostly because I was so caught up with work, but also I think it was my brain needing a break from all this.

Unfortunately, the deal I've been working on fell apart last night after my fighting tooth and nail for it to work for the past week. Last night I was exhausted, upset and pretty stressed since this leaves us in the red with no paycheck from me in sight. It was all just too much for me to handle last night and when I got home I was a mess.

Rob, being the amazing person that he is made me dinner and snuggled me on the couch. We went to bed pretty early and I think he could tell that this really hit me hard. With everything adding up; my mom's problems, real estate on the decline, the infertility stuff it has been a tough time recently.

This is the note he left me this morning:

"Morning Beautiful, Here's enough money for you and your mother to enjoy a bratwurst at the farmer's market, okay? No worrying today because as long as I have you, I have everything I'll ever need. I love you. Enjoy the day and be nice to your mom. Love, Rob"

He is just so amazing. It made me cry when I read it because I realized how lucky I am to have him. It is true, no matter what else happens we will have everything because we have each other.

"I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old. "
-William Shakespeare
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