Last week the husband and I had an appointment with our RE to go over the results of all of my infertility tests. The good news is that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. The bad news is that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me.
It’s not like I want to have anything wrong with me, but I have to admit this is pretty frustrating. All of my blood work was absolutely normal with the exception of my TSH (thyroid stimulating hormone), which was only a touch high. I’m on medication for that and my levels are headed back down.
We get to try for two more months while the RE monitors my TSH. After that, the husband has an intimate date with a plastic cup and I start Clomid. I already ovulate on my own, but I gather the idea is that Clomid will make my ovulation better in some way. The husband is already a proven male, but if his sperm analysis turns out to be borderline, we’ll jump straight to IUI (intrauterine insemination).
If I happen to get pregnant, (after all, it did happen in October) my RE will start me on progesterone right away, along with all the monitoring and internal ultrasounds that one of my high risk pregnancies usually ends up garnering.
So…at least we have a plan going forward. We can always hope that we won’t need it, but I’m not holding my breath.