Even if the thing you are right about is kind of devastating, it’s still a good feeling to be right.
Two months ago I went to my primary care physician with the suspicion that I am not ovulating. For seven months we have been trying to conceive with no success. I went in expecting my doctor to tell me to come back in 5 months when we had tried to conceive for a full year, as is recommended with women my age. But instead she was very open to running some blood work for me.
It was total luck of the draw that the day I visited my doctor was CD3 (or day 3 of my cycle). It just so happens that this is the day doctors use as a baseline to compare your hormone levels and such to what is “normal.” Of course my doctor had no idea how to interpret the tests so I had to wait until the following month when I had an OB/GYN appointment to find out the results.
Luckily, my tests came back in the normal range and my ovarian reserve was very good. I didn’t even know there was a way of predicting how many eggs you have left, how could I have not known this? Medicine is becoming more and more incredible.
Regardless of my good test results the OB/GYN agreed with me that I was not ovulating and put me on the drug Clomid to induce ovulation. Clomid is either started on day 3 or day 5 of your cycle and I had the good fortune to meet with him on day 4 so I didn’t have to wait another full month knowing that it would end without a pregnancy.
Yesterday I took the last of my Clomid pills and was very lucky to not have any side effects from them. This is the first cycle in months I am actually excited about trying. I am hopeful again that we will (eventually) become parents. My fingers are crossed that we get one of the more common “side effects” from Clomid: multiples! It’s incredible to think that after all this stress and drama trying to conceive one child we could possible end up with two!