Number 18

It’s Monday morning, and I got up early to make it to Laboratory Services before they open to have my blood drawn for Anxious Endocrinologist. I had an appointment with her this past Saturday, wherein I explained that:

1. DW had suffered two losses
2. I was now going to be the host
3. I stopped taking the levothyroxine meds for two weeks while I thought DW was pregnant for good this last time.
4. I was back on the pregVit

It was a longer appointment, as she anxiously explained that going off the Synthroid may have thrown my thyroid levels off and that it takes 4-6 weeks for them to stabilize again. She recommended against doing an FET until she had cleared me first. She wants to check my TSH, free T3, free T4, anti-TG antibodies and anti-TPO antibodies today, then every 4 weeks until they show stabilization at the preferable levels.

I asked her if it would be okay to proceed with the FET if today’s blood draw demonstrated good levels. She said we’ll see.

This means more waiting in a frustrating phase of already waiting so long. I know that regret doesn’t make any of this better, but I wish that we had started baby-making years ago. This whole process is slowly killing my optimism. My entire life has been pushed aside because events have been dictated by + OPKs, blood draws, doctors appointments, fertility procedures… etc.

You know it’s bad when the biggest thing I’m looking forward to this month is getting the results of this blood test. The 2nd thing is obviously the end of the school year.

Anyway, here’s a picture of me, sitting in the waiting room of the blood lab. I arrived before they opened, hoping to be first in line so that I could make it to work on time. Sadly, when I arrived, there were 17 (sick) people in front of me.

Needless to say, I used a lot of hand sanitizer on my way out. More to come…