Today began eventful enough with Emily starting preschool. By the time I was at the RE's office I was a bit frazzled. I ended up completing a lot of paperwork and did a bit of waiting.
I finally got to meet with Dr. P. He was really nice and had a lot of questions about me and Jeremy. After about an hour or so he wrote down a list of things that we would be covering. There is a lot for me to do in the next couple of weeks. We got down to business right away with an ultrasound. Being on CD 4 I was not exactly prepared for that wand but what can you do?
Dr. P noted that with the ultrasound he couldn't see anything abnormal with my uterus but we would be doing other tests to verify this. What he did point out was the sorry state of my ovaries. It didn't take him long to start using the letters P-C-O-S. To be honest I was in a bit of denial that I could have PCOS. Why? I'm not sure. Looking at my ovaries today, it cannot be denied. They looked terrible. I asked if they were really bad and he said, "Oh no, not at all." Maybe he was just being polite?
After the ultrasound I saw the nurse who went over all of the tests that they would like to perform. There are quite a few and I'm typing this a bit late in the evening so I'll probably just write about them as they happen. Today the nurse took a lot of blood. A LOT. I thought my arm was going to shrivel up and fall off by the time she was done.
Aside from the bloodletting, I was really happy with this first visit. The doctor was very thorough and very positive. He asked me a lot about Emily and the problems that she has had with her feet and gross motor delays. He wants to take all precautions to avoid anything that could cause this to happen with any future babies, if possible. Emily's doctors have yet to weigh in as to what may have caused her foot problems or gross motor skill delays. Dr. P kept saying, "when you get pregnant" not "if" which really started to let me think that it will happen again for Jeremy and I.
In fact, when I got home from the doctor's office I just wanted to cry. It's hard for me to let my guard down and go through all these procedures. I resent having to be poked and prodded physically and emotionally if it is a futile situation. To think that all of this will bring another baby into our lives is somewhat overwhelming. I never thought about the leap from trying to succeeding. We've been trying for so long now, the idea of the end result is hard to grasp.