hope springs eternal

Yesterday was an utterly fantabulous day. Truly, truly.

One of the things I love about my RE is that he somehow lifts my spirits, and I always leave his office feeling peaceful. Hopeful. Believe me, peace and hope are in short supply around here.

Basically, I appear to be doing everything right. We discussed nutrition (I'm definitely doing well there - lots of veggies, lean protein, extremely limited processed carbs), exercise (training for 1/2 marathon: ok. training for full marathon: not ok), alcohol (I can drink guilt free on the weekends! But I probably won't. That guilt sure clings!), my mental/emotional state, and pretty much everything in between.

The plan: while hubby and I are saving the dollar dollar bills for IVF, we are going to try everything else that we can. The doc actually thinks that I'll get pregnant - for real this time! - before then. He said - and I quote - "I am very confident that you'll get there. It's just a matter of how much you want to go through to get there." Well, doc, the answer to that is whatever it takes. I'll deal with it. I've been dealing with a shitstorm for four frakking years, so I think I can handle whatever else might get thrown at me (I say this now fully aware that it may come back to bite me in the ass!). We're going to be repeating some tests to see if there are any changes and also to recheck my thyroid levels, because the guidelines on normal for thyroid function have just been way narrowed (like in the last month, so it might be worthwhile to have yours rechecked!). I'm also going to have another HSG done, to make sure my journey into ectopic land didn't do any permanent damage.

I asked him about endometrial biopsy, and he basically said he doesn't do them because they are junk tests - the information you get back can be misleading and could lead to unnecessary treatments, which could cause more problems. Oh, and there's risk of infection, etc. Apparently, there was a whole edition of some big name infertility journal all about endometrial biopsy and why it's unreliable. So, no biopsy for me (and I'm definitely ok with that!). That's another reason I like this doctor so much - he definitely takes the time to research and read all of the latest studies, etc, and form his own opinions about things.

I'm still on a high from that appointment. If he believes in me - and I have no doubt that if he didn't think I had a chance, he'd tell me - then I believe in me. I should be ovulating in a couple of days so let the cheerleading begin. Come on, ovaries! And uterus!

Oh, and I got to order grown up furniture for my living room yesterday. I am beyond excited. One of the legs on our hand me down couch broke recently, which was the last straw. We live pretty frugally - we've NEVER bought new furniture except for some cheap ikea stuff. Everything else is hand me down, so, since we're going to need more time to save anyway, we bought a lovely set on clearance: sofa, loveseat and chair, all with recliners. To be delivered Wednesday. The only drawback is that we need to get the tile in our living room done pronto. But yay! Grown up furniture!