We had our fertility consult with Dr Keye. To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement. While Tim was appearing calm and mellow reading some humongo novel, I was bouncing my knees up and down, mostly just wondering what kind of person our doctor would be. Old or young. Funny or down to business. Would he mesh well with the Tim and myself or would we be spending the next 90 minutes trying to fill awkward pauses and silence.
The door opened and all anxiety subsided.
Such a fantastically cute looking elderly gentleman, with white hair, glasses and everything. I was going to be just fine.
We dove into our paperwork and discussed everything under the sun related to our reproductive systems. 5 years ago, had we done this, I would have been morbidly embarrassed to hear words like menstrual cycle, ejaculate, period, discharge, and sperm thrown around so loosely. Thank you 7 years of infertility, and thank you to the numerous reproductively challenged friends that I've had similar conversations with regarding some of these very things. Zero weirdness. Kind of a good feeling considering what we're doing.
By the way, did you know that bloating, cramping, acne, food cravings and sore boobs are not only a sign that your monthly visitor is about to arrive, but also a sign that you've ovulated? I did NOT know that. The doc asked me if I thought I ovulated and I told him in the past all the millions of ovulation testing sticks I'd peed on all said negative. Then he asked about all these symptoms associated with my period and said that was actually a sure sign that I was, indeed, ovulating. Well hot dog!
At the conclusion of our discussion, which included all options of fertility treatments, depending on the results of some tests, I was fortunate enough to have an exam. During which I found out that I have a normal shaped uterus, and no cysts on my ovaries. Yay!
Next up on the to-do list? One vaginal ultrasound for me. One hysterosalpingogram for me. One blood test for me. One semen analysis for Tim. Hmm... so far this doesn't seem fair...
The door opened and all anxiety subsided.
Such a fantastically cute looking elderly gentleman, with white hair, glasses and everything. I was going to be just fine.
We dove into our paperwork and discussed everything under the sun related to our reproductive systems. 5 years ago, had we done this, I would have been morbidly embarrassed to hear words like menstrual cycle, ejaculate, period, discharge, and sperm thrown around so loosely. Thank you 7 years of infertility, and thank you to the numerous reproductively challenged friends that I've had similar conversations with regarding some of these very things. Zero weirdness. Kind of a good feeling considering what we're doing.
By the way, did you know that bloating, cramping, acne, food cravings and sore boobs are not only a sign that your monthly visitor is about to arrive, but also a sign that you've ovulated? I did NOT know that. The doc asked me if I thought I ovulated and I told him in the past all the millions of ovulation testing sticks I'd peed on all said negative. Then he asked about all these symptoms associated with my period and said that was actually a sure sign that I was, indeed, ovulating. Well hot dog!
At the conclusion of our discussion, which included all options of fertility treatments, depending on the results of some tests, I was fortunate enough to have an exam. During which I found out that I have a normal shaped uterus, and no cysts on my ovaries. Yay!
Next up on the to-do list? One vaginal ultrasound for me. One hysterosalpingogram for me. One blood test for me. One semen analysis for Tim. Hmm... so far this doesn't seem fair...
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