November 20, 2007

I have been waiting for November 20th for 3 months now.  (I’m Canadian, remember.  It’s a miracle it didn’t take 6 months!)  It is my first appointment with my doc since my year hiatus. 

At my last visit he gave me a prescription for Clomid.  We didn’t feel comfortable with that route because Clomid increases your estrogen which can ’encourage’ endo, thin my not so thick lining and all that precious stuff.  We just were at peace enough to go ahead with that.  We sat on our patio drinking iced tea and shooing bees for quite sometime and just couldn’t commit. 

I emailed my hematologist (who was on mat leave!) for the RE she saw.  So we did the 3 hour drive to meet with the RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist) and her team.   Same answers, just 3 hours more north.  I knew not to  expect anything new or revolutionary, but in the deep recesses of my heart I was  hoping that in that 3 hour drive someone discovered a miracle cure for endo at that very teaching hospital. 

My doc here is great, plus he has an accent and that just makes him cool.  And he has already cut my belly, put a camera inside my abdomen, left me the cutest happy face scar and looked up my wha-hoo-hoo.  Our relationship seems pretty intimate to me!

We had to redo all the tests, that I have already done 3 times, because it’s going to be over a year that I saw him last.  I know none of my stats haven’t changed.  Wouldn’t I be pregnant if something actually changed?  Oh, well. 

I now know what I want.  Four IUI cycles using Femara/Letrazole instead of Clomid.  (I would faint, wet myself, cry, pray and dance all at once if it took only 1 cycle, but there is this thing called reality…)  My first cycle would fall about 1 week after the first chit-chat  appointment.  Just thinking about that gives me butterflies – the happy ones!