fertility: week two

Hopefully I haven't scared you away after The Great Tear Fest of 2014.  That first meeting was a doozy for me, mainly due to bedside manner and some serious pent up emotions over the health of my body and my chances of reproduction.

Yesterday I got a phone call with the results from my blood work.  My thyroid is good (yay!) but I am "Testing consistent with PCOS."  

Me:  Ok......what's that?

Tech on phone: Your chart shows that your NP discussed that with you.

Me:  She discussed a lot of things with me and I was crying through all of it.  What's PCOS?

ToP:  Polycystic Ovary Syndrome.

Me:  What does that mean?

ToP:  Well, poly means many..sooo...lots of cysts?  Your NP will talk to you about it at your follow-up.  Should we schedule that now?

Me:  No, I want answers now!

ToP:  She'll talk to you about it at your follow-up.  Be sure to fast for your ultrasound tomorrow.

Me:  Ok....

ToP:  Ok, bye!

This is mildly exaggerated, but the tech couldn't give me information about what PCOS meant or what that meant for my body.  And it ended in "syndrome," so I was freaking out.  Not crying, but angry I didn't have information.  So I called The Nurse who explained to me that instead of releasing eggs, my ovaries were growing cysts that were screwing with my hormones.   Screwy hormones --> no ovulation --> no baby --> I have acne like a teenager.  She assured me that it was something to work with and that the scheduled ultrasound was to check for the cysts that might be playing house on my ovaries.

That, my friends, made SOOO much more sense than ANYTHING my NP had told me the week before or that the tech had explained on the phone.  So with this knowledge in hand, I made my way to my appointment today for an ultrasound and more blood work.

And you know what?

I feel great.  I'm still not entirely sure what's going on with my body or what the long-term health affects of this are going to be, but I feel like we're on the right path.  I'm armed with more knowledge of possibilities and have been assures that if it IS in fact PCOS (like the blood work said) that my chances of babies are not gone.  Hooray for babies!!  

I called Mr. F after my appointment, and I could tell that he was nervous about how our conversation would go.  

"How are you?"

"Great!  Done and feeling good!"

"Really??"

"Yup!"

"Did you cry?"

"Nope! No tears today! Aren't you proud?"

"You're such a big girl..."  he trailed off, a smile carrying through his voice.

So, Week 2.  Kind of crazy, but good.  We're on the road to Operation Baby.  Let's do this thing!


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A BIG, "thank you!!!" to all of you! I was flooded by emails and the sweetest messages after my last post.  Thank you for reminding me that I'm not alone in this process! You're all wonderful!