Wishing time would speed up....

It's been a bit since I have posted, and probably some good reasons for that. Dealing with infertility and a husband in the military is always challenging. After my first appointment with the RE I was given a list of different types of testing that needed to be done, before she would see me again. It's been a long journey in itself just to complete all of the expected testing.

I was given Provera again immediately to jump start my period. 10 day of it, and then period began within 2 days of stopping. Cycle day 1 was September 1, and on cycle day 3 I had to drive down to Portsmouth where I gave a sample of blood testing for many different things. About a week after the test the RE called me and stated that some of the results concerned her a bit, and she wanted to get an HSG test done on me right away. Of course I didn't want to waste any time, so I grabbed a friend and went back to Portsmouth yet again where they performed the test. Not something I would ever want to do again, but was told that there is no blockage in either of my tubes. What a relief that was to hear! After the test, I believe at this point my testing has come to a close, at least I hope and pray so.

Now, the last bit of testing she needs done is a semen analysis from my husband. Now this should have been a very simple thing to do, and done fairly quickly, but it was not. My husband left right away after my first appointment to go underway with the ship. He was gone for about a week, so that pushed things back. He is now home, and has an appointment finally this coming Wednesday. Unfortunately though it takes 2 weeks for the results to come back. SO: hopefully after this wednesday we will have completed everything that was asked of us, and I can soon make a follow up appointment to see where we go from here. Very excited for this, and maintaining a positive attitude while reminding myself that good things come to those who wait :)

Along with trying to complete all of what is needed from us, I was referred by a good friend to see a local therapist has dealt with a lot of infertility patients. I decided to give it a try, and see how it went; it certainly couldn't hurt. The day I walked into the therapist's office was when I knew I had reached my breaking point. My husband was gone, and I was getting no answers still with anything. I was struggling badly, and in a very dark place within myself. I knew that I had to do something to change the way I was living, or nothing positive would happen for me. I opened up to the therapist and listened to her advice. I am so very grateful that I have found her.

I am now seeing the therapist twice a week, while dealing with my husband constantly going in and out. I am keeping my head held high and reminding myself that the more effort and positivity you put in something the better things will be :)