The IVF consultant has fiddled around my lady-bits many a time before. It was him who diagnosed the Endometrial hyperplasia back in January 2009. Despite all this, and having all my notes in front of him, he was still thorough getting me to talk through my cycle lengths, previous IUIs and what investigations I have had. An ungenerous soul might suggest this was because he couldn't be bothered to look it all up, luckily for him today I feel generous.
Rather than launch straight into the IVF he has ordered another
battering battery of tests. Which I am really pleased about, if we are going to do this I would much rather a delay starting knowing all bases are covered than a failure or cancellation because they find something too late. So I have been sent off with chits for blood tests coming out of my ears arms and the husband had to donate some amber liquid today and will be heading back for a wank at some point in the next few weeks.
Today, just as a warm up, I had a blood test and a couple of cervical swabs (and thankfully the thrush has flown my significantly depleted nest).
Most importantly, as far as I am concerned, they are going to go back into my womb with a camera to check whether the endometrial hyperplasia has grown back since it was last cleared in July. I'm delighted because I have a sneaking suspicion (based on nothing other than my decidedly shaky female intuition) than the lining is the problem, and without implantation pregnancy is never going to happen - I know, don't say I never teach you anything.
But obviously this all takes time. Plus available appointments with this doctor are as rare as a warmed speculum (and are further stretched by the fact that he is away for all of April on paternity leave, something Alanis Morrissette might consider ironic). So my next appointment when he will go through the test results and decide, based on them, how to tailor the IVF (assuming nothing is thrown up that prevents IVF occurring) isn't until the 10 of June.
Which means I have three more months of waiting with intermittent tests on various predetermined cycle days.
You may well ask why, as these are all fairly standard tests needed before IVF, the last doctor didn't order them in advance whilst I was waiting seven weeks for this appointment. You may ask but quite frankly asking those kinds of questions just leads to anger and frustration and what is done is done and never mind. (Breath, Liz, keep breathing).
But on the plus side I guess it gives me three more months to become THAT girl. You know, the one who gets pregnant whilst waiting to start IVF.
Oh, I crack myself up I really do.
Long-time reader and commentor Amanda/Corymbia's husband was tragically and suddenly killed in a car accident on the first of March. Please flood her with support. I cannot imagine how utterly devastating this is for her and it certainly puts any of my little niggles into perspective.