vermeil
Mom to 27 week wonder+DD
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It's very surreal to be discussing this. Been lurking here for months but was too shy to actually post. Sooo here goes.
DH and I (I'm 37, he's 28) have been TTC for 7 months. I knew statistically that wasn't long yet, and the odds were on our side to have at least one healthy child eventually, and we were both open to adoption. I tried to keep positive but (as I'm sure you know) every month when that dreaded day arrived, I felt empty and discouraged. I scoured this forums for ideas, signed up at FF. This month I started charting my temp, but it was all over the place and hard to interpret.
While going to the doctor for a urinary infection, I mention we have just passed the 6 month mark TTC. She gives me a list of obgyn's that specialize in infertility.
When I returned to my car, I stared at the paper with that awful 'I' word on it, realized this might be reality for us, and I bawled my eyes out for hours that day. It was really hard to face.
I called everyone on the list; what was hard was being turned down by obgyn's when I would mention infertility. The receptionist would casually reply 'oh we don't do that here' and hang up. I felt rejected and helpless. A few gave me appointments, 2+ months away.
I finally called a private clinic. They gave me an apt the next day (!). The first consultation is covered by public healthcare since it's essentially just talking to the doctor. I explained I just wanted to be sure all was 'ahem' in working order. The doctor was cold and brief. Asked a few generic questions and gave me a huge stack of papers. A nurse explained the 7 tests my DH and I had to go through (!). They were cool in that they put no pressure towards doing the tests with them. I could either use the normal channels (public, free) or go through them, for a (large) fee. They gave me a list of clinics for each test.
The most important test (HSG) must be on day 2-3-4 of your cycle. I was leaving for a week long business trip the following week and my AF was around the corner. I *should* be back in time for the test though and have a one day window to pass it. I couldn't miss that one day (last friday) since the next opportunity would be end of january because of the holidays.
I leave on business. Each day I get more irritated and nervous because by then if my AF is even one day late I might miss my one day window. I am always 28 days and never late. Though I am convinced my O was on the 12th, FF confusingly puts it on the 15th so I rationalize (ha) I might actually have 3 days of leeway.
For 3-4 days I have the usual bad cramps and all the familiar symptoms. but the AF day comes with really light spotting... and goes. Two days later I'm REALLY P**d off because I've now missed my one day window for the test. I stress about this for the rest of my trip, curse and mutter that the one time I actually *want* AF to kick in it doesn't.
I fly back home (7 hour flight), complain vehemently to DH who (bless him) just shrugs and says 'maybe you're pregnant.'
Huh. Believe it or not, I never actually thought of that.
So I POAS yesterday. Strong positive.
I'm still in shock. I know because of my age it's still early to celebrate but dang it, it's progress. I'm excited and scared, as most of you ladies are probably
My due date is early august. It's still surreal. Here's to a uneventful nine months *cheers*
DH and I (I'm 37, he's 28) have been TTC for 7 months. I knew statistically that wasn't long yet, and the odds were on our side to have at least one healthy child eventually, and we were both open to adoption. I tried to keep positive but (as I'm sure you know) every month when that dreaded day arrived, I felt empty and discouraged. I scoured this forums for ideas, signed up at FF. This month I started charting my temp, but it was all over the place and hard to interpret.
While going to the doctor for a urinary infection, I mention we have just passed the 6 month mark TTC. She gives me a list of obgyn's that specialize in infertility.
When I returned to my car, I stared at the paper with that awful 'I' word on it, realized this might be reality for us, and I bawled my eyes out for hours that day. It was really hard to face.
I called everyone on the list; what was hard was being turned down by obgyn's when I would mention infertility. The receptionist would casually reply 'oh we don't do that here' and hang up. I felt rejected and helpless. A few gave me appointments, 2+ months away.
I finally called a private clinic. They gave me an apt the next day (!). The first consultation is covered by public healthcare since it's essentially just talking to the doctor. I explained I just wanted to be sure all was 'ahem' in working order. The doctor was cold and brief. Asked a few generic questions and gave me a huge stack of papers. A nurse explained the 7 tests my DH and I had to go through (!). They were cool in that they put no pressure towards doing the tests with them. I could either use the normal channels (public, free) or go through them, for a (large) fee. They gave me a list of clinics for each test.
The most important test (HSG) must be on day 2-3-4 of your cycle. I was leaving for a week long business trip the following week and my AF was around the corner. I *should* be back in time for the test though and have a one day window to pass it. I couldn't miss that one day (last friday) since the next opportunity would be end of january because of the holidays.
I leave on business. Each day I get more irritated and nervous because by then if my AF is even one day late I might miss my one day window. I am always 28 days and never late. Though I am convinced my O was on the 12th, FF confusingly puts it on the 15th so I rationalize (ha) I might actually have 3 days of leeway.
For 3-4 days I have the usual bad cramps and all the familiar symptoms. but the AF day comes with really light spotting... and goes. Two days later I'm REALLY P**d off because I've now missed my one day window for the test. I stress about this for the rest of my trip, curse and mutter that the one time I actually *want* AF to kick in it doesn't.
I fly back home (7 hour flight), complain vehemently to DH who (bless him) just shrugs and says 'maybe you're pregnant.'
Huh. Believe it or not, I never actually thought of that.
So I POAS yesterday. Strong positive.
I'm still in shock. I know because of my age it's still early to celebrate but dang it, it's progress. I'm excited and scared, as most of you ladies are probably
My due date is early august. It's still surreal. Here's to a uneventful nine months *cheers*
