Moving Forward

Friday's the day we really start the infertility testing in earnest again. I have an appointment with an OB/GYN who supposedly has some experience with IF patients, although this is according to his scheduler so I'm taking it with a grain of salt. We're going to push for an endometrial biopsy to see if we can't figure just what the hell is going wrong every cycle and causing my luteal phase spotting.

I'm both excited and nervous. Excited because we've been in a holding pattern just waiting for this appointment since May, and nervous because I don't think I can handle another crappy doctor who treats me like a crazy person. I'm very glad that Juan will probably be able to make the appointment since I think it'll be harder for the doctor to blow me off with my very own MD sitting there next to me, pushing for this biopsy.

In the end, though, I can't wait for Friday to come around. I can't wait to start trying to solve this problem. I especially can't wait to start trying to conceive again. Our break this month has been great, and I've felt much more optimistic about life in general than I have in a quite awhile, but my arms are still empty and my heart still has a baby-shaped hole in it.

I'm ready to move forward.