Yesterday I met with my new OBGYN, Dr. Lovely. And she was lovely indeed. Even though they were running 45 minutes behind, she sat and talked to A and me for several minutes, answered all our questions, and seemed extremely competent, kind, patient, and encouraging. She didn’t laugh at the questions I thought were dumb and she didn’t make me feel like I was making mountains out of molehills.
She said that the current plan I’m on is what she’ll also have me on, except she personalizes it a lot more. At my previous doctor’s office there was a strict protocol and if it didn’t work, too bad. Dr. Lovely is planning more monitoring and more customization. I’ll still be on 100 mg of clomid, but she’ll have me come in for a base ultrasound at the beginning of my cycle to determine if I should take it on days 3-7 or days 5-9. I like that kind of extra attention.
She also said there’s recent research that if one dosage of clomid doesn’t work, there’s no need to wait the cycle out and start again with a new one. She made it sound like if I come in for my day 11-14 ultrasound and I’m not responding to 100 mg, she could give me 150 that day and keep right on going. Makes sense, I guess, because if you’re not ovulating anyway you might as well keep trying. So I’m excited that she might let me cut out some waiting…you know I HATE waiting. She also mentioned that if the ultrasound indicates I’m not responding, she might bring me in a few days later to check again, just to keep tabs on what’s going on in there.
A says “but I thought you hated the dildocam”. I guess I hate not being pregnant more.
One thing I regret mentioning is that I had those symptoms early last week that I thought were signs of ovulation. That piqued her interest and now she wants me to wait till Day 40 to start Provera. I didn’t have the heart to tell her (too embarrassed) that we didn’t have sex then and we actually haven’t had sex in like two weeks. It’s embarrassing but I just have NO sex drive. We’ve also been busy. It makes me feel like a fraud of a wife but what can I say? I’m still going to call tomorrow with my negative HPT result and ask for Provera. Maybe I can tell the nurse the situation without any shame.
I didn’t realize until yesterday how much of my stress in this situation was because I felt like the people in charge were incompetent. Now that I feel like I’m in good hands, I feel a huge sense of relief. Maybe the disappointments won’t be so disappointing.