So yesterday I posted my super short update on our fertility journey. A lot has happened in our fertility journey, and while I am still frustrated, I am getting hopeful.
Not long ago, we ate lunch with another married couple who happen to not only be good friends but are also going through their own fertility struggles. Over lunch, the wife was talking all about these tests her doctor had her do as well as mentioning drugs that her doctor had her try that weren’t even on my doctor’s radar. She also mentioned the horrible side effects she experienced from Clomid. I sat at the table astonished that they had more answers than Trae and I did, and they had only been trying for a year! I left that lunch realizing I need to get a new doctor. And that’s exactly what I did.
About three months ago I started to question if my doctor was the right fit for me. My old doctor was nice female who wore great shoes. Every time I went to see her, I spent more time in the waiting room then I did in her office. When I was in her office, she listened when I talked, but she never gave answers to my questions. Each question was met with the same answer of “Don’t worry. You will get pregnant. Just take this drug.” Any reservations about the drug’s side effects were brushed aside. Trae and I were diagnosed as “unexplained fertility” after just one blood test and semen analysis. I knew other tests existed, but blindly trusted my doctor.