So the trip to the RE. Was good!
Nothing too crazy happened, of course, given that it was a consultation. We spoke with our doctor, who more or less advised that, pending test results, we continue trying until we hit the one-year mark. That makes complete sense to me, and what I wanted to do before we engaged in more involved treatments (which would be expensive … apparently our insurance will cover diagnosing infertility, but not treating it; I’m going to look into my new job’s insurance because it actually might behoove me to sign up for it). She gave me a prescription for progesterone, but I haven’t filled it. My O came sooner than I thought it would, and I just haven’t gotten it together to get it filled. Since my cycle’s timing for testing fell close to the holidays (or did before I ovulated early), I thought that I wouldn’t take something that could extend my luteal phase this time around; if I get my period, I might be able to do Day 3 testing (but perhaps not the HSG). And it gives us another cycle to try before anything serious starts given that I would O again during the New Year. However, in the unlikely event that I get a positive next week, I’m going to call and ask if I should start taking it (our nurse said that I should, but just want to confirm).
The husband is being quite cheerful and cooperative with the whole thing. Unlike a lot of the husbands I read about online, he’s not hemming and hawing about getting his own bloodwork and testing done. He’s not enthused by the idea of having to deliver a sample, of course, but he recognizes it’s important. He plans on doing it late this week or early next given that our sexfest didn’t last as long as I thought it would. When I ovulated early last week, we had this conversation:
Me: I have good news and I have bad news. Which one do you want first?
Husband: Um … bad first, I suppose.
Me: Well, I think I’m ovulating tonight, so we’ll need to get it on.
Husband: … What’s the good news?
Me: You can deliver your sample earlier than we thought!
Husband: OH JOY! I get to jerk off into a cup, yay! Sooner than I thought! *pause* Honey, you got those reversed.
Me: Hah! I guess so. Take off your clothes.
But now we’re heading toward 10DPO, so what will be, will be. My only TTC-related goal this week is get my recent bloodwork transferred from my doctor to my RE specialist. For now, this morning: laundry. Gobs and gobs of laundry.