...beginning, or so I've been told. Since my temps dropped and stayed low (although my chart looks way off) I decided to keep the appointment. The egg scan was easy and quick, much like I remembered. The results however, were not. There were no follicles and by day 13 I would expect something.
I didn't get to see my OBGYN, but saw one of the others in the practice instead. I could have stayed and talked to him for another hour. If I didn't already love my doctor so much, I would change to him. We had lots to discuss and he told me, even after five years of infertility and this crazy story we've been living, this was only the beginning to a wonderful ending. We decided to have me take an ovulation test Monday morning (day 16.) If it's positive, I will go in for another egg scan and we'll plan for an IUI on Tuesday. If it's negative, we'll look to next month and possibly a return visit of clomid.
He was interested in the natural fertility pills and would do some research on them before I saw him again Monday. It's possible the strep and high fever last weekend has spoiled this cycle. I was excited to see if the pills gave me good results and was holding on to a tiny fraction of hope that they might do the trick. Since I can't continue the pills and take clomid at the same time, I hope my ovaries kick in to high gear over the weekend so I can put the $300 investment into the pills, to work.
Even though we didn't get the best news, we're celebrating our 9 years together tonight, with a romantic dinner and shopping. I don't think I've ever said this so enthusiastically, but I'm ready for Monday!