A nice relaxing picture of a sunset from my holidays for this post as I’m currently trying to let it inspire my mood. Channelling all calm and relaxed energies…
I’m finally being referred to the Fertility Clinic (YAYY!) but my appointment is not until October (BOO!). OCTOBER. And on booking the appointment, they very helpfully inform you that 9/10 patient begin treatment within 17 weeks. 17. So that’s over for months, on top of the 6 week wait for the first appointment to even see someone. So we could be talking 6 months before anything actually gets done.
That really is a bummer.
To other people, that might not seem too long and I should probably just be happy that my Drs are finally doing something. Which I am. But when you’ve already been trying for 18 months, another 6 seems like a lifetime.
On top of that, one of my recent blood tests came back as having raised Prolactin levels. This is basically a hormone that increases when you are pregnant but shouldn’t be high before hand. It can prevent your uterus from building up the lining needed for the egg to implant itself. It can be caused by polycystic ovaries, which I have, and can also be treated with medication.
Positive Katie is screaming, “THIS IS A GOOD THING! NOW WE MIGHT KNOW WHAT’S WRONG!” Negative Katie is moping because we won’t know this until we actually have an appointment at the clinic and find out for sure which, did I tell you, isn’t until October.
My Dr has asked me to repeat the blood test to see if the result is a consistent one. Then I don’t know what happens apart from, just in case I failed to mention it earlier, WAITING UNTIL OCTOBER.
I can only hope for my sanity that I fall pregnant before then.