I have a lot to say in this blog post!! I will start with amazing news.
3 AMAZING women from the message board that I post on are pregnant. All 3 of these women have been to hell and back and I could not be happier for them. I wish and hope for them and these pregnancies, they deserve this happiness so much and I am don't even have words to express how elated I am for each of them!
Also, I got an email from one of my IRL friends announcing her pregnancy today! When I last saw her in May she was saying how she and her husband were going to see a fertility specialist, little did she know she was pregnant at the time. I am so excited for her as well.
Normally 4 pregnancy announcements in a short time might send me into a deep depression but this time I could not be more happy! YAY!!!!
Now onto my doctor's appointment from yesterday. It wasn't great but it wasn't devastating either. I will start with the waiting room. I am usually 1 of 2 women who are not pregnant in the waiting room. Not yesterday, I was the only one with broken lady bits. Everyone was hugely pregnant and I had to sit there surrounded by bellies that I so desperately wanted and couldn't help but think that my belly should look like that too. Then there was the pregnant teen and her bf who were sitting beside me. He was complaining about how long the wait was and she was rubbing his back and kissing him and apologizing for the wait time. This guy was a supreme douche nozzle! When they came out of the appointment she was waiting at the desk to make a next appointment and he said "Ugh, let's go!" to which she replied "I just have to make an appointment" then he said "I have been waiting an hour and a half! I am not waiting another 10 minutes!!!" My face hurt from giving him the stink eye, I swear! He also proceeded to pace around and then take a huge handfull of her ass and squeeze right in front of everyone. Oh, and he was wearing a tshirt that said "It's not me...It's you" KLASSY DUDE!
Onward to my appointment. Dr. R came in and reviewed my surgery with me and gave me more specific information. His original words post surgery were "your right tube is a mess" That mess was that the scar tissue from my appendectomy and bowel resection had fused my tube to the ovary to each other and twisted it all up into something that may have resembled a half chewed piece of gum. He was able to untwist and unfuse a little and created a teeny tiny opening in the tube. He is very certain that the tube will go back to how it was if it hasn't already. (I have been having weird cramps on the right side lately and I wonder if it is the tube twisting itself back up)
So because of the tiny opening that (may) be on the right side now he is very concerned about an ectopic pregnancy on that side. (Well fuck!) He weighed out all of the options and did a lot of thinking out loud. Then he made the decision for me to "relax for the summer and not think about things" (I wanted to reach across the desk and strangle him for uttering those words to me) and then if I am not pregnant by September then I can start the Clomid.
So, not really what I wanted to hear and not really what I was hoping for (I was hoping for him to wave a magic wand and tell me I was pregnant) but at least there is a solid plan now. Summer will fly by as it always does and if I am not pregnant by September then I will have to decide if I want to start the Clomid or not (by then I will have been TTC for 21 cycles + be 2 months away from 3 years of unprotected sex)
Why September though?? Why on the month where I am supposed to be due? When I will be an emotional basket case.
I have more to say about my lovely SIL (sarcasm) but I will wait until there is more info on that story. I will say that I had a dream that I screamed at her and we got in a huge fight so I have this hatred brewing inside of me, D is supposed to talk to her about it. Stay tuned....
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