Keepin’ It Real Rewinds 04
A variety of diagnostic tests followed my first RE appointment, in effort to rule one thing after another out, and nail down a reason for my "brokenness". Needles have never bothered me much, although my veins don’t seem too fond of them. (I’m the girl who makes even the most confident phlebotomist nervous by the fourth stick.) And then there was the lovely Hysterosalpingograph (HSG) procedure….YIKES! Each test result pointed to nothing but PCOS, which was both reassuring and frustrating at the same time.
*Side Note I: I returned to work after my early morning HSG procedure, (I know, TOTALLY should have burned a sick day) and a co-worker knocked on the door of my office to make sure I was alright, since I had missed some work due to appointments. She said everyone was wondering if I was "PREGNANT". I honestly fought the urge to just crawl under my desk and wait until she walked away to reappear. Oh how desperately I wanted to reply with, "Yes, I’m pregnant. We’re so excited! Surprise! We weren’t really "trying", but that’s okay! Uggh, and I’m already growing out of my pants, but Motherhood Maternity had this terrific sale on those cute elastic stretchy-top jeans, so I snatched up 8 pairs! What I don’t wear this pregnancy I can always save back for the next, right?" But, instead I gave a terribly uncomfortable grin and quickly mentioned something about having some tests run. Super, super, nice lady, meant no harm, had no idea, but it still stings when I think about it.
So after all the testing was behind us, we began a new treatment, accompanied by a renewed hope.
*Side Note II: I’ve thought a lot about whether or not to specifically name the hormone supplement I was given, because I know many of you are looking for the "magic pill" that will give you the positive test (been there)…but I’m going to refrain from doing so, because I really encourage you to find a conservative doctor whom you can trust, and who researches the best treatment plan for your specific condition. The simplest explanation possible being, my body refuses to make a hormone necessary for ovulation, therefore, I took a hormone to replace that deficiency. There. Done. Phew!!!!
I completed the first round of strictly monitored treatment during my Spring Break. Couldn’t wait to go back to school and have all my kiddos ask me, "What did you do for Spring Break, Mrs. Murray?" However, passing up the beach and tan lines for a potential "plus sign" was a sacrifice we were happy to make. And only 2 ridiculously LONG weeks of waiting and praying to find out the result.
And the test was…
(Seems like a great stopping point! Rewind 05 coming up! In the mean time, catch up on some old "Rewinds" HERE.)