This morning I was told that my regular OB-GYN no longer felt comfortable treating me and would like me to be referred to a RE. The official sign of infertility. No longer, ‘maybe’, shit just got real.
I had my bloodwork for my liver function yesterday and the results came back with my liver enzymes borderline elevated so I was told to stop the metformin immediately. I am guessing this is a good thing because while she thought I had PCOS she wasn’t 100% and I wasn’t diabetic so I am totally ok not being on that anymore and it wasn’t like it was helping my cycles (the last one was 45 days!).
Additionally, she wasn’t comfortable starting me on clomid until I lost weight so I told her that I am down 20lbs but she said that she still wasnt comfortable and with everything else going on she felt better if I went to a RE for further testing and assistance. So… they should be sending my referral over the the RE and I should hear from them in about a week to schedule an appt.
I am not sure how to take all this. Should I be happy that I will be going to someone who is more equipped to getting my dreams to come true? Yes. Am I sad that the reality of the ‘maybe I am, maybe I’m not” is no longer a question and I really truly am inducted into the infertile club? Yes.
Here is to hearing from the RE office as soon as possible to get this next chapter rolling.