Writing this while I wait to be seen by a gynaecologist. It’s a beautiful day, the hospital is creepily quiet and it’s the first time I’ve seen the car park empty. I’m reflecting on this journey, determined to believe that everything happens for a reason and that I’m becoming a better person because of it.
This morning I prayed that this appointment symbolises the beginning of the end of this journey. That soon I’ll be at peace with whatever the outcome is.
3O minutes later..
The consultant was wonderful. He said my GP did a great job and that he’s happy to push me through to the HSG. Apparently there are restrictions on just handing out the procedure and most GPs fail to get the basics done before referring on. Leaving couples frustrated when the consultant sends them off for blood tests. I owe my GP a thank you card at the very least.
He also told me that my FSH/AMH levels were fine (I’m hoping that’s still the case) and that my hormone levels don’t reflect PCOS even if my scan shows polycystic ovaries. However he thinks I’ve managed the PCOS by maintaining a good weight. That’s really motivated me to push on with Aviva Method and watching what I eat.
If my HSG test comes back fine, the plan is –
Clomid -> IUI -> IVF
The clomid in our circumstances is optional. We’re having problems with sex and so we might have to jump straight into IUI. It’s a lot to think about and work through.
If it doesn’t come back ok – which I’m worried about because my periods are scant which may mean I’m not shedding the lining and it has built up… well then I guess we’ll cross that path when we come to it.
I’m feeling positive. I’ll take the sunshine as a good omen.
Kun faya kun. I repeat those words to help keep faith.