The vampires took 11 vials. 5 yesterday and 6 this morning, all necessary to run the “miscarriage panel.” This does not include the karyotyping bloodwork that my husband and I did two weeks ago. It will take a few weeks to get all the results back. Until then we wait.
I saw Dr. SBS (Artsweet has nicknamed him “short-but-sweet” and he is indeed both of those things) yesterday. He means busniess. Once I get the okay from my Poop Doc, I will start taking Baby Aspirin. While pregnant, I will do daily injections of Lovenox. Now I just need to get pregant. I am not to call anyone else when I get pregnant. I am to call them “first thing” so they can swoop into action. It may be all a shtick, but I really did feel like he and his office were invested in getting me pregnant and keeping me that way. Part of their job is to be optiminstic, but he is a specialist in recurrent miscarriage, so will trust that he and his staff know what they are doing.
I have an HSG (the “dye test”) scheduled for next Monday.
I am going to yoga on Wednesday and getting a massage Wednesday afternoon.
I am going to acupuncture on Friday.
All of these things — including the acupuncture, yoga, and massage — were seen as essential components of my infertility treatment (yes, he does consider me infertile because I have been trying for over a year to get and stay pregnant). Any doctor who recommends regular massages can’t be that bad, right? I need to learn how to relax (you think?!?!) and help my body instead of hindering it. Sure, okay, Dr. SBS.
I asked about delaying conception until I lose the steriod weight; Dr. SBS didn’t want me to do this. I can still lose the weight while trying, but should not delay because of it. Okay, good answer.
I had a hot date with the “dildo-cam.” Shocking news: I have a uterus and two ovaries.
Oh, yeah, and my period started today, 5 w/1 day after my D&C.
It is good to be onto a new cycle, but the cramps are really awful.
Update: Second big shocker of the day: according to my therapist I am severely depressed. Can you believe it? Did you just fall off your chair with suprise? Yeah, me neither. What did shock me, however, was when she told me that if I were not taking an antidepessant, it would probably be so severe that I would be an in-patient in a mental health facility. I have situational depression compounded by bio-chemical depression with a hearty mix of post-partum depression just to round out the flavor, topped off with dash of anxiety. (Ok, ok, the anxiety is really more of an appetizer, or at least a side dish.)
July 10, 2007. Trying Again.