The infertility specialist was shocked

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The infertility specialist was shocked
The infertility specialist was shocked
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Subjective report on infertility, part 2

You can find the first part here, the third part here, the fourth part here, and the final part here. In this series, I will share with you what I went through physically and mentally. What laps did I run unnecessarily, and what would have been good to know at the very beginning. And at the end, it will be clear whether we succeeded.

So I stopped at the exemplary lab results, which I should have been happy about, but instead I panicked. Fortunately, the kind and agile doctor didn't let me go completely wild, but offered to keep a little more control over the attempts. That is, according to his instructions, I went and bought a package of LH (ovulation) tests, and we agreed that as soon as he announced, I would call him and he would check with an ultrasound whether the delinquent (ovum) had reached the ideal size for the task (fertilization).

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stockfresh 170583 pregnant-woman size M

I have to say that after two cycles it all started to get a little too dense, with the tests, ultrasounds, mandatory and timed meetings. And with all the interested people and well-wishers - who were really well-wishers, but somehow, instead of saying "but it can be shitty for you", they always felt that they had to come up with something much deeper than that.

Second advice - for the relatives, friends and business partners of those affected

So came the many "don't cringe at it", or my real favorite, "you shouldn't want it!" I could have screamed at the latter - come on, can someone please tell me how it is possible to want a child just a little, just casually, after a year and a half or two of unsuccessful attempts, while you are running from one doctor to another? In any case, I couldn't help but want it. And that made me feel guilty all the time. That it's not enough that I don't get pregnant, but I'll even put a shovel on it, because I want to get pregnant in the meantime.

Then one fine day I realized that maybe it's not completely normal that I'm constantly worrying about whether I want this child too much and I went to a psychologist who reassured me that it's perfectly fine that I want to get pregnant, when I want to have a child, and with whom we talked about God's goodness for months.

Meanwhile, I persistently peed on the LH tests in every cycle, and persistently went to the hospital to see the doctor, who persistently helped deliver one child after another, as a result, she understood less and less about those certain ultrasounds.

Then all of a sudden I found myself for the third or fourth month in a row specifically waiting at the nurse's desk in the delivery room (how impolite it would have been to drag me out of labor to take a look at my ripening egg), so when she finally showed up, deep in the I looked her in the eye and asked her the question: is there any point in continuing to look at the eggs, or can we say that the closer inspection was not enough to inspire my body to get pregnant.

And he admitted that after this month's attempts, he wanted to discuss whether to send him further to an infertility specialist. After my husband and I got over the shock caused by the wording (it's not enough that we need a specialist, but also infertility), we decided that if you're going to be a goose, be fat and make an appointment at one of the infertility centers.

Next week we will continue with the third doctor and the first infertility center.

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