That's a wake up call
So I finally saw my doctor this morning.
Always a cheery way to start the day -- with a speculum in place.
Good morning to you too! Can I offer you a cup of coffee while you're here? No? A spot of tea, perhaps?
So she looked at my chart, and she agreed that I have not ovulated.
She also ordered FSH, LH and Prolactin tests and a thyroid test to see if my levels are off. I am hypothyroid, but it's been under control with .88mg Synthroid for six years.
Those four tests took three huge vials of blood out of my arm. Had I not known better, I would have guessed I was donating platelets.
I asked about Provera since I am on CD 33, and you know, I might like to actually get my period before the end of the year, and she said she would not prescribe it because she thinks I may still ovulate on my own. She said "Since you are actively trying to conceive, it might just make things worse."
Really? Because right now, what could be worse than not ovulating? Not getting my period? Because I am already doing that all on my own, thank you very much.
She was concerned about the long cycles, so she ordered the tests. But she also said i need to relax. They get concerned about women closer to 40, not closer to 30. So my little 31-and-five-twelveths self does not statistically fall into any special category.
But, with that said, we also talked about using Clomid to stimulate follicle production, starting with 50mg. She said you can then go to 100 or 150, but that there are studies out there showing going up to 200 has no better results than 150. She also said if we went that route, and it was unsuccessful, she would then refer me to an RE, who would do injectibles as those are a purer form of the hormone and they usually get good results.
And that would require the joy of regular vaginal ultrasounds. I have read about those little bundles of joy here and let me tell you, I just cannot wait until I can get me some of them.
Of course I relate the entire story to Josh (who does not like it when I blog about him, so I am trying to refrain) and after I tell him about the injectibles and the risk of multiples increasing, he astutely points out, "But that would be way in the future right?"
Way in the future. Like a mirage in the distance. The air gets hazy and I see a wavering image of a needle.
So I will get the test results mid-week next week because of the holiday weekend. I would say overall, and informative visit. I can dance to it, but the beat is not all that catchy, so I give it an 8. I am downgrading the performance because I would have really liked the Provera. Guess she'll decide on that next week when she gets the results