Well, I finally did it.. I went to the doctor to talk to him about my infertility. I learned that I can use that word because my doctor told me it is defined as tyring for a year without luck of getting pregnant. So there.
I'm not sure what I was expecting when I went in, but the doctor was very friendly and informative. We discussed the history of my crazy, stupid, frustrating, idiotic periods. I also feel that I've earned the right to use all the words.
He said he was willing to bet I just wasn't ovulating. Which is what I figured, seeing as how for a while there I was trying oh so hard to track and find the best time for some baby makin' lovin' with my boy. He started me on one round of Provera and Clomid. Then I'll go back in for bloodwork to find out if that helped me ovulate or not. I know much better than to expect anything right away, but it's just one of the things you can't help but hope for.. you know?
I can't wait to make my husband a daddy for the first time. I watched our neighbor's baby for a couple hours last night and it melted my heart to see him interact with baby Ashton.
I know that it's all in God's hands but I also know that we're ready.
