Well, sort of. I don't actually wear panties. Its a figure of speech. But you knew that right? Being the wise crowd that you are.
Anyway, I made my appointment. I am now set to have my "consultation" with Dr.L for June 10th at 2:30. Where I'm sure he will look at my chart and say "mmhhmm, I see you're having problems conceiving" and I'll say something like "no shit? What gave it away? The 2 years we've been trying, or the fact that I've already done an IUI with no results? Or is it the fact that my husband has wonky jizz?" and then, he'll most likely do some poking and prodding of my cock pit. We'll see how much doctors really do differ.
Will he think we should continue on with the plan of action Dr.C and I had chosen, or will he think we need to try something else? Will I be able to use all the meds that are sitting in my fridge mocking me? Or will he want to try a different protocol? Time will tell.
I do feel a small sense of relief that I've finally made the appointment.
I'm walking around my infertility horse. Circling. Looking at her from all sides. I've stroked her, and I've put the saddle on...
How long before I ride again?
Now, I'm off to make pumpkin muffins. Yea, thats right...