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Hey Lovelies,

It’s here! The week of the RE appointment is upon us! Dun, dun, duuuuuuuuun… I am feeling all of the feelings. I am nervous simply because going to the clinic is always a nerve wracking thing, and after 2+ years off I feel remarkably like a newbie. I am excited to get things moving. I am apathetic because I know it’s going to mainly be a discussion of what we want to do and scheduling tests. Nothing too exciting. And, finally, I am stressed because I don’t know if we should bring the Bean Sprout.

By total happenstance my mother-in-law is in town for this appointment so we can 100% leave him at home, which would benefit all the other infertiles who are just dreeeeeeading having to see a child in the waiting room. But bringing him means the chance to introduce him to the doctor that helped conceive him! A thing I really feel I want to do! Then again I know it will be easier to focus on the appointment if I don’t bring him. He’s a full toddler now and will be into EVERYTHING. So, because it’s an option, I will likely leave him at home and only pout a little. We don’t have family living in town so it is very likely that, on some occasion, he will need to accompany us. Best to take our luck while we have it and leave him with the fam.

This will only be my second time meeting my actual doctor- Dr. Freckles. She took over for Dr. Green-Eyes when he retired and came on board as we were doing our IVF cycle. She did my egg retrieval. So the first time I laid eyes on her she was literally down at the business end stabbing a needle through my junk… But, all that aside, I really liked her. She was warm, professional, smart and damn sexy. A wonderful combination! I am very much looking forward to chatting more with her and getting to know her opinions about my condition and our options. This being our first meeting since IVF I will want lots of info on how that went clinically and what she thinks it all means. Why couldn’t we conceive on our own if we create such hearty good quality embies? WTF is up with my cycles and why do I have so few eggs but no drop in quality? Dr. Freckles please divine the meaning of my lady junk and tell us what we need!

Ok, so maybe my main feeling is excitement!

The Chicken

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8 thoughts on “Micro Post: Dr. Freckles

  • February 20, 2017 at 3:41 pm

    Sending good thoughts with the appointment!

    Our clinic has a rule against bringing kids. I think it’s partly for others in the waiting room and partly to keep the patient’s attention on the appointment (vs. having to take care of the kid). It’s interesting — I don’t know what you do if you don’t have coverage and have an appointment.

    • February 20, 2017 at 4:16 pm

      Gracias. Our clinic actually likes you to bring kids for a visit, though I’m not convinced that’s helpful. Depends on your own personal view I suppose. It would be incredibly difficult for you to just always expect you to NEVER bring the kid. Sometimes there is no other option.
      XOXXO, The Chicken

  • February 20, 2017 at 9:40 pm

    Wishing you luck for the appointment.

    And I’ll speak for the other infertiles who will be in your waiting room, and thank you in advance for leaving the Bean Sprout at home, given that this time at least, you’ll be able to do so.

    • March 2, 2017 at 12:58 pm

      Many thanks! Yes, I didn’t bring him. It was a fast appointment and was better that I didn’t.
      XOXXO, The Chicken

  • February 21, 2017 at 5:46 am

    It is stressful going back to the clinic, but it sounds like you have many reasons to be hopeful. And yes it’s probably better not to bring children. Half of me wants to bring mine, just as a reminder that we are not total reproductive failures, but if I was still going through primary infertility I’m sure I’d rather not see children. Although sometimes it does give hope.

    • March 2, 2017 at 12:59 pm

      I’m glad we decided not to bring him.
      XOXXO, The Chicken

    • March 2, 2017 at 1:00 pm

      Me too!
      XOXXO, The Chicken

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