Wow. So this week has been a bit full on. I posted on Monday about the 16 weeks I had left to wait for my referral, and then by some kind of miracle I had a phone call on Wednesday advising that the consultant had opened an extra clinic this Saturday was I available to go in?
Hell yes I was. Hubby and I went along to the consultation yesterday and I had my height and weight taken by the nurse, then finally got to see the consultant who seems lovely. She took a medical history from each of us and advised us of what’s going to happen next.
For hubby it’s a semen analysis. For me it’s clomid. Unfortunately that means I have to get down to a maximum BMI of 36 and I’m currently 38. So all in all a stone to lose between now and the follow up appointment in 3 months where I’ll hopefully start clomid and hubby will have had his tests done.
Have to admit I was bricking it a little beforehand but it wasn’t actually that bad while I was in there
*not the pregnant kind.
Today I rang my doctors to ask about my referral to the fertility clinic. My doctors appointment was on the 19th of August and so after 4 weeks as you can imagine I’m getting suitable antsy about hearing from them. Just a gentle nudge wouldn’t hurt, just to make sure it had been sent.
It has been sent, though the receptionist told me it went out end of August which to me says that it didn’t go out straight away (thanks for that!) And that she’d spoken to the hospital recently and they advised that it could be a wait of up to 18 weeks!
Taking into consideration when the referral was sent I have approximately q6 weeks left to potentially wait for an appointment. I worked it out. That’s basically Christmas. I’ve already been going mad thinking it was only 6 weeks to wait, now I think I’ll be pulling my hair out!
Here’s to hoping that some weight loss and baby dancing will do the trick before that! How great would it be the get a BFP for Christmas? Please Santa, that’s all I want.
Trying to wait patiently
Mrs B x
So I never wanted to be the kind of person who obsessed over trying to have a baby but it’s happened.
I have a notebook on my bedside table and every morning I get up and record my ovulation test result, my weight and whether Mr Broody and I were intimate. The only thing I don’t do is check BBT because I forget.
After a week of religious documentation (I did ovulation tests here and there before) and a constant stream of not fertile, I’ve finally had my first HIGH FERTILITY result!
I was pretty convinced I wasn’t ovulating at all so this has made my day. Now to baby dance until Peak Ovulation and hope for the best!!
Wish me luck
Mrs B x
Does anyone else suffer with them? It’s making me feel like a crazy woman.
Yesterday I was in tears at work (again) stressing over this whole TTC situation that I’m in (I know I know stress bad, calm good) but this morning I feel completely the opposite just from one little thing!
Well I say little, I’m at my lowest weight yet with a total of 1 stone 2 pounds lost from my heaviest!
Trying to stay sane
Mrs B x
So Mr Broody and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary recently and I was really hoping that a week off to relax and spend time together would be just what the doctor ordered. Plenty of TTCing that was my plan. My body, as usual, had other plans. I started my period the week before we went away and it didn’t stop. It still hasn’t stopped. I’m on week 4 of a period that seems quite content to just keep going.
Urgh. Maybe it’s just my body adjusting to the increase in metformin? Hopefully it will sort itself out soon enough. Fingers crossed.
Trying to stay positive