Moving On

Tomorrow is more than likely my last meeting with Dr. H.  We exchanged emails last week after my last visit in which I simply reminded him that 3/29 is our last scheduled appointment, and asked, "Is this going to work or isn’t it?  I expected him to say something along the lines of, “Well, we’ve given it a solid 3 months; I do not think it’s going to work.”  Or, “We’ve made great progress; I think you’re almost there.  Let’s give it one more month.”  No, instead he said, “Well…..we could start doing more aggressive treatments…” 

Hmmm.  Nope. 

The man knew he had 3 months (a deadline he established himself) when we began this little adventure.  If more aggressive treatments were available, why are we just now discussing this???  Grrr.

So, that sucks. 

Henry is coming with me tomorrow simply because he is better at dealing with this sort of thing than I am.  I’m always afraid I’m going to hurt someone’s feeling and I do not think fast on my feet.  Plus, the hubby coming with me is just a really great jumping off point to him being more involved in our future moves at the infertility clinic. 

Speaking of, Henry revealed some of his thoughts as to our future plans with me on Saturday.  Apparently, he will be making appointments for April.  The lucky guy has to get a semen analysis done, and I get to endure the oh so fun to say - Hysterosalpingogram .  Other than that, I’m not really sure what we’re doing at this point (can you tell it’s driving me crazy???).  I think Henry is going to make an appointment sometime in the next few months to sit down with Dr. Y (Infertility Endocrinologist) to talk about our next move(s).  

My Mantra

So, continue to stay tuned.  I’m excited to move on, but not particularly enjoying this limbo stage at this point.  And please pray that I get better at releasing control and trusting in my hubby.  He deserves my trust.