Today was my 7DPO blood draw to check for progesterone levels. I got poked by a new phlebotomist today. She was a talker. I’m emotional normally and add Clo-Mood to the mix and I’m a mess. She obviously saw the large, bold word “infertility” on my blood draw order and asked me, “So are you trying?” My eyeballs swelled with tears- thankfully none rolled down and I was able to regain my composure quickly. Of course I’m trying!!! Duh! “Is this your first?” Yes, it is, but there is no “first” in there yet. Then she proceeded to tell me how she had her first out of wedlock and it was difficult being a single mother and that she would like a second, but wants to find a husband first. I know she was trying to be kind. I know it. I know it. And I know she can’t fully understand my situation. She was trying to relate that she too, desired another child. I appreciate her attempt to be friendly. It was just a strange (and embarrassingly emotional) experience with a stranger.
I also spoke with my doctor’s nurse today set up a consult with my doctor to discuss a plan next Wednesday. The triage nurse was fairly adamant that I should switch over to Femera or continue Clomid next month. She thought that taking a few months off would set back the progress I’ve made so far. I am so lost in this situation. (Emotional again, open the flood gates). I wish I had someone to say do this, this, and this and you will have success! Thank you to all my regular readers for your support. I would feel so totally lost if it wasn’t for you.
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