If you can believe in something great, you can achieve something great.
-Katy Perry, A Piece of Me (seriously, I just quoted this)
Today was my first appointment with our new specialist and I spent over an hour waiting to be seen but it was worth every second and I would do it again to walk out with the fresh feeling of confidence and hope. I went alone since the consultation is usually pretty boring and someone using a crude diagram of a uterus to explain the reproduction cycle and how IVF works.
Our new(ish) plan is to check in when my cycle starts and go ahead with the injection of fluid into ye olde uterus to see if there's scar tissue on my tubes and then use that test to inform our decision of IUI vs IVF. So we've got a plan, fluid, but a plan none the less. So sometime this month, I expect we'll know our official plan. I saw him jot some notes during our conversation (Clomid was among them) and get the feeling that he already knows where we're going on this adventure.
I had to re-request my records from the Dr-who-shall-not-be-named. I had such a strong mental block with his name that I had to Google him and his address. I'm hopeful the new Dr (let's call him Dr. TK, okay?) won't have a hard time getting the information we need to move forward.
In the mean time? He kind of scoffed at me when he asked if I drink and I said yes. "You know, once we start treatment, you can't drink." Sir please, it's not like I do this all of the time. And my brother's wedding is this weekend -- you can bet your sweet ass we will indeed be tying one on to celebrate this event. And then? Game on. But if you're telling me there's a 1% chance that I'll get pregnant on my own, does it really matter?
Mentally & emotionally, I am feeling incredibly exhausted.
xoxo
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