I have been trying to wrap my head around the repercussions of my appointment with my Napro doctor on Tuesday. Part of me didn't even want to go, and if I wasn't going to be charged $35 to miss the appointment, I would have.
I know that Dr. T is a wonderful doctor, and I know that I am so blessed to have her in my life. This post is proof.
Tuesday afternoon was just another example of how wonderful she is.
She actually seemed excited that I hadn't ovulated during this last ultrasound series/hormone panel.
Yes folks, excited.
She seems to think that this may be the missing link as to why we haven't conceived yet. You see, this was my fourth (is there a prize for that?) ultrasound series and this is the first time I did not ovulate. She thinks that my high FSH and new post-surgical ladyparts, that ovulation has become my problem.
So she wants us to try an HCG trigger shot for two months and post-peak progesterone. Since my hormones, CM, and follicles seem to be okay I don't need any more C.lomid or any other ovulation drugs. She seemed so confident that we could conceive that she checked the calendar to see if she would be back from her vacation (she is going to do some mission work in Africa for three weeks, honestly she is an angel!) in the time that I could possibly be pregnant.
I wanted so badly to tell her that I just couldn't do it, but her positivity started to sway me. It also didn't help that Mr. JB got all excited as well.
Part of me thinks that I need to try this new course of treatment. I need to see it through and then start the new TTC-free chapter of my life. But another part of me just wants to run and hide.
Two more months of TTC. Can I do it?
St. Anne, pray for us!