It was a week day and my appointment was probably around 5:30pm to meet the doctor. I didn’t have work that day but my husband did so we just decided to meet each other there.
The nurse took my height and weight ( I was scared to look at that scale ! ) and then she asked if I was waiting for anyone and I told her I was waiting for my husband. So she said she would give only a few more minutes to wait for him to show up and if he wasn’t here by a certain time I would just need to see the doctor myself.
I said “okay” and went in the waiting room and prayed to God that he would get there soon, I knew he was trying his best to rush from work and get there. It was literally the last minute before I would have to go in to meet the doctor and here I see RUSHING in ..my handsome husband 🙂 I was so happy to see him!! He told me how he was rushing through the parking lot, etc, and then I hear …”Ashley” .. the nurse was calling us in to meet the doctor.
He was nice.
He did a questionnaire and asked us to share about our relationship, etc. ( Use your imagination and think of what kind of questions can be asked when visiting a Fertility Doctor, LOL).
And then …. things got real.
In a nut shell, this is pretty much what the Fertility Doctor said:
He couldn’t give a time frame on pregnancy because most people with PCOS only ovulate a couple of times per year, if ever. He didn’t want to risk saying a time frame either because he has seen people get pregnant that have PCOS after trying for a while but there were also people who have PCOS that never get pregnant. Sometimes it depends on how long your willing to try until you just give up. He told me not to use any ovulation kits to track that because it’s a waste of money. He said my weight didn’t play that much of a key factor but they would run more tests just to make sure there was no diabetes. Once doing a diabetes check and sperm count then they would go from there. There are different medications I could take to help me get pregnant and other avenues that could be available to me to help with fertility but first lets do those tests.
Things got blurry towards the end. It was information overload coming to terms with something I never knew existed. I was doing my best not to cry.
And then the meeting was over. The doctor walked us out. We drove home. I walked in the bathroom and the flood of tears began to flow.
I finally came out of the bathroom. Hugged my husband. We had a good cry and then just tried to encourage each other and find faith that everything would eventually work out.
Ashley Wilson 