I was feeling a little overwhelmed with the negatives in my life when I wrote it, and I probably shouldn't have been let near a computer O.o
The Doc told me that with the tests he had done, everything about me was normal, except that I hadn't ovulated. He could see no reason why, except perhaps a blockage in one or both of my fallopian tubes. This particular condition would need laproscopic surgery to diagnose, and could end up being a whole lot of trauma and money for nothing if that turned out not to be the case.
So, Doc has prescribed Clomid, and maybe a sperm test for Hubby. My Husband and my mother in law both want me to get a second opinion, as my MIL has nursed under this Ob/Gyn before and thinks he's an anti woman troll. However, she thinks that about alot of men... The Clomid can't be taken until at the very least next month anyway, so we're considering seeing someone else to get the test results reconsidered. I don't really want to, I'm really not keen on pissing off the man who has potential control over my bits and baby making. But Hubby is at least mostly in charge, so it has to be considered.
My own mother has chimed in on the anti Clomid bandwagon though, because she googled a few articles that link Clomid to cancer. I googled back a few that discredited it and very politely told her that it wasn't her decision to make, and that Hubby and i would give all the information the consideration we thought it merited. And mentioned that we (read me :p) had been researching fertility and so on for about a year now and possibly had a little bit more information than her 20 mins of googling had turned up. That's one of the very very few times that i've properly growled at my mother, poor mom didn't know what to do. She backed off and said that of course it was our decision, but would I promise her to look into some natural remedies too? As I live in one of the biggest hippy towns in Australia, and my MIL is a pretty big hippy herself, I was hardly going to be able to avoid the natural remedies path anyways, so I promised her and all came out of it happy. Well, somewhat happy.
The Zoloft part of the self pitying moan was because my MIL sent an offer to give me some of her Zoloft to help me even my mood and settle a little easier here. She thinks my stress is affecting my fertility. Which it probably is, but you try living with inlaws that you'd barely met before and see how well you settle into the household. I'm really trying, but I come from a reserved, and very religious family. My husbands family are sooo far from reserved, and my MIL considers herself Wiccan. If they're grumpy, they stomp around the house and yell at everyone. In my family if you're at the point of yelling at someone, you're pretty much never going to forgive them, ever. So you can imagine how stressed I get when someone grumps at me! Add to that my naturally highstrung and personality, and my overwhelming need to please people and I do occasionally become a bit of a wreck. So, my MIL's answer is to put me on Zoloft, rather than to stop making me feel guilty for trying to move out of their house. I think this is a bit counter intuitive, but I'm at least going to consider the idea. I would far prefer to have it perscribed by a doctor though, especially considering the fertiity aspect.
Now, my essay for a double weighted class is due tomorrow. And it's worth 45% of my whole mark, so I need to stop procrastinating and go stick my nose into some referencing.
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