Saturday, February 19, 2011

Bitter Sweet

There I was lying on a table with my legs spread, some asshole of an RE between them, and my awesome thigh high 5 inch black leather boots up in stirrups thinking how in the hell did I end up here?

We had our first RE appointment yesterday. After the d!ldo-cam ultrasound the Doc said that my uterus and ovaries look great and that I have a lot of follicles. I do need to get blood work done, but the RE was optimistic that it would come out just fine. That was the only good news from yesterday.

The bad news is that they did another semen analysis on Mr. Scuba and they only found 1 sperm this time. The also did a urinalysis to check for retro-grade ejaculation, but no dice. The blood work came back and showed that he had low testosterone and high-normal FSH. The RE said that showed he likely has a hormonal problem that is unlikely to be corrected enough to do anything but IVF with ICSI. Our appointment with the MFI specialist is March 2nd, so we will have to wait until then for more concrete answers.

As for the RE.... he was such a jerk. He treated me like an inconsequential bimbo. He talked to my husband and not me. He called me "cute" when I expressed my concerns about the unnaturalness of IVF and how much that upset me. As if I was the only person who ever had a problem with that. He was acting like he was a super-hero, here to fix all our problems through magical IVF, and why wasn't I more appreciative of all he had to offer. I just wanted to scream at him and tell him "get a grip, you are giving us some of the worst news of our lives so get over yourself and have a heart!" Unfortunately he has the only IF clinic in the whole State, so it is not like I have an option. He does have a partner that I might want to go to, but he is supposed to be the best. Oh well I guess.



Reason #5 I love Mr. Scuba: Somehow he still managed to make me feel beautiful yesterday!

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