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Trying for a baby with the aid of Clomid...The Journey Begins!
The facts so far...
Age: 35
Years with Partner: 17
Conception history: 6 natural conceptions, all ended in first trimester miscarriages.
Last pregnancy: over 5 years ago (got me thinking maybe ovulation has stopped)
Medical history: Diagnosed with PCOS after 3rd miscarriage, 2 years of previous fertility investigations proved inconclusive (all tests came back normal), currently taking 1000mg Metformin daily.
Current weight: 17.3st (at this point I have lost 2 1/2 stone in the last 3 months with the aid of Slimming World, the gym and the Metformin...and I refuse to feel bad about my weight so there!)
So a new hospital and a new consultant...lets see if they do any better.
Yesterday's appointment took 6 weeks after my initial GP referral (my next appointment is in November, so expect a lengthy process!).
The consultation began with the usual questions to get the facts, followed by the usual examination (my joy department needs to start practising its signature, considering how many random people have viewed the poor girl its bound to be more famous than Justin Bieber any day now...) and then the standard weigh-in and seemingly compulsory judgemental 'advice' from the hatchet faced nurse...thanks luv!
Then back to chatting with the consultant, I explained about reading other women's Clomid success stories, she said yes lets try that treatment and I burst into tears...oh well!
She gives me a sample bottle for the hubby to deposit his specimen in (to arrive at the hospital no longer than 45 mins after being 'collected' and between the hours of 9am and 11am Monday to Friday, excluding bank holidays...dance monkey-boy, dance!)
Then 2 forms to have bloods taken on days 2 and 21 of my cycle...simple case of popping back on the right days, going to the phlebotomy department, taking a number and waiting 3 hours.
Then another 2 forms for scan type tests, again both needing to be performed on different days of my cycle, so I have to ring on day one and book them in. One of the tests is the standard internal scan (same test used to diagnose my PCOS), the other is to check that my tubes aren't blocked. Apparently this involves a dye being shot up my mary and a scan to see where it goes...this also requires you to take an anti-biotic on the day, "just to be safe"? The consultant gave me the prescription for it, but I didn't fancy having to remortgage the house to fill the parking meter again, so I'll collect that some other time.
Also Hubby has to come with me at some point, presumably to check I'm not trying to steal some poor bastards finest swimmers...or so he gets to share in the shame of my barren-ness...who knows???
So all the tests bring a sense of relief that at last action is being taken...and then I'm informed that my BMI needs to be below 30 before I'm even allowed to start the treatment...hmmm. This means, for my height, I need to lose another 5st before I can even try.
If I'm honest, right now I'm feeling overwhelmed and hopeless (not because of the weight issue, slowly but surely I'm getting there).
If you see another blog post from me, it means I pulled my socks up and got my head back in the game. If not, then I probably gave up...or lost my password! ;)
