Monday, April 14, 2008

Olly Olly Oxen Free!

Mid-March~ second batch of progesterone is complete.... where are you, period? Hello? Can you hear me? Are you anywhere in the vicinity? This may be a good spot to insert a visual of me doubled over trying to talk up into my nanny hoo hoo...strictly for comedic purposes. Come out, come out, where ever you are, my monthly (actually not so much) friend! I've got 50 milligrams of Clomid waiting on you.

And nothing. No period. And it scared the crap out of me. I'm so broken that the medicine to fix me won't work?? And how the hell am I supposed to start the Clomid?

The 10% deep-down-keep-it-to-myself part of my brain that was worried something might be wrong with my body grew to inhabit about 40% of my brain. I finally asked myself the scary question. Is it time to call the reproductive endocrinologist?

To consider an RE is to admit there is a problem with my inner workings. Generally, women see an RE after a year of trying to conceive or if there's a problem before the one year mark. Was I ready to acknowledge the elephant standing in my living room? The elephant that hadn't ovulated since October?

With a deep sigh, I picked up the phone.

1 comment:

Kim said...

It is hard to accept infertility at first. But you will find a wonderful group of women who understand and support and help in any way they can. It all seemed so much simpler when I learned about the bird and the bees. Even as a kid is was assumed that the baby carriage came right after the marriage. There were no meds, or temps, or re visits in the song!