It wasn’t until recently, that I decided to share a little bit about mine and my husband’s struggle to conceive. I was nervous about sharing that part of my story, but at the same time I knew that I wanted to shed some light on it and join the other bloggers that have been brave enough to bare that aspect of their lives. I have been on the “reader” side of things and I have spent countless hours on blogs, comforted by the fact that I am not alone. So I knew it was time to be the one doing the writing.
Today, I want to talk about that very first trip to the Fertility Clinic. In most cases, you have already been trying for at least a year (if you are under 35) and you probably have already had some testing done with your regular OB/Gyn. At that point, you will be referred to a Fertility Clinic or Reproductive Endocrinologist, with the dreaded diagnosis of Infertility.
Don’t be disheartened by that term. Infertile. It sounds scary. It sounds like you will never get pregnant, but that’s not the case. Try to think of it as a step closer to having a child, because you will be getting the help you need to do it.
Before the Appointment
I already felt like an old pro at my OB’s office. I had been in for blood tests, exams, and I had an HSG done. We knew that I had one blocked fallopian tube, but otherwise everything seemed to be working fine. All of that was before our first appointment with the Fertility Clinic. My husband, however, had only been a spectator at this point. He would occasionally accompany me to the appointments and hangout in the waiting room as my moral support, but nothing more than that.
Our local clinic treats you as a couple, so when I scheduled the first appointment, they wanted to see both of us. We found out that my husband needed to have a semen analysis, there would be a consultation with both of us and the doctor, and I would also have an ultrasound and exam. The days leading up to the appointment were nerve-wracking for me. I hated not knowing what would happen, and a part of me really dreaded finding out any results, but I knew I had to push through those feelings, so that we could get some answers.
Day of the Appointment
We were running late, I was an emotional wreck, and the car ride to the office was mostly silent. It was really strange sharing a doctor’s appointment. We both filled out our own paperwork and had armbands put on, his was blue and mine was pink. His and Hers. A husband and wife team, ready to make a baby. After a short, anxiety-inducing wait, we were called back to meet with our doctor. She had been recommended to me by a friend and she was just as amazing as I was told she would be. After only talking to her for a short time, I already felt better and more confident about our possibilities.
After the consultation, I was taken to an exam room and my husband was taken to give his sample. I had an ultrasound done, which thankfully showed no issues, and the doctor did a short exam. After we were both finished, we started talking about options and timing. We set up a plan of action and we were told that we would be hearing back from them in a few days, with our results.
After the Appointment
Another period of waiting. You would think that eventually we would get used to the waiting, but we never do. However, true to their word, within a few days we heard back about my husband’s results (they were great!) and mine (also, pretty good). Other than my blocked fallopian tube, it seems we should have no other obstacles to contend with. We have started the planning process of doing an IUI and even though I am still cautious to get my hopes up, I can’t help but be more optimistic, knowing I have a team of medical professionals that are going to be doing everything in their power to help us have a baby.
If you are gearing up for your first Fertility Clinic appointment, please try not to let it scare you. I wasted a lot of time, just being worried about what would happen and what we would find out. “Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:34. In other words, don’t borrow trouble.
I know that’s easier said that done.
Until next time!