In a strange little twist of my own real-life fertility drama, it appears that my fertility doctor does NOT agree with my OBGYN's diagnosis of Premature Ovarian Failure. She agrees my FSH levels are high, yes, but that I am in no way going through menopause or showing any kinds of symptoms. Thank God, because all I need right now is to start having hot flashes. That just might put me over the edge.
But seriously, even though I am not sure why I'm not getting pregnant naturally, we are at least in the process of finding out. The last year has been a weird limbo stage and now that we have a plan, I feel a calmness that I haven't felt in a long time.
I'll be having more tests done this next month and a half. Country accompanied me to this morning's visit. I was to have a saline sono-something-or-other done to check out my ovaries and tubes and when they said to get naked from the waist down, I didn't even blink an eye. Country kind of looked at me strangely as I hopped up on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. I looked back and said, "There is no room for modesty when it has to do with anything baby-related." I have been poked and prodded and given more blood for testing in the past month than I quite possibly have in my entire life. I'm pretty sure the folks down at my insurance company are probably scratching their heads right about now at the sheer number of labs being run. Oh well. What are you gonna do?
Meanwhile, the countdown is on. 12 days until we leave for Ireland.