So it's official as of Tuesday, we are officially done TTC. Not forever obviously. Just a year. AF came a day late. As if it wasn't bad enough that we've been trying just short of 2 years, but to tease me and come a day late? Thanks, mother nature. You really are a bitch. I tell ya though, I can't wait til I get to not be around a military town anymore. I forgot how nice it was to be home in NY away from all the pregnant girls. Obviously there were pregnant girls back home but it's a lot less than in Fairbanks, where I swear 90% of the population are military and about 85% of them are all pregnant. Was it too much too ask to be able to tell my husband for his birthday that he was going to be a daddy? Was it too much to ask that he would be able to find out before he gets deployed? I guess for me it is. Hopefully when he gets back I can get a doctor who gives a shit and wants to move things along rather than just telling me to e-mail her when I get my period. That's an awesome plan for someone who has cycles that are super long. Better yet, I can't wait til he gets out of the Army so I can get a real doctor. One who wants to help and one who I don't have to wait a month just to get in. And please, no comments to this blog saying I'm sorry, your time will come, maybe this just wasn't the right time and blah blah blah. Especially if you're pregnant.
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I thank you for that. It put a smile on my face :)
not sure if you're reading my blog lately, but i'm right there with you. IF sucks and living around all the naive fertiles is just a slap in the face.
as if it wasn't bad enough, i texted my cousin this afternoon to make sure everyone got out of the hurricane's path (everyone's alright). only to find out they're expecting again, the baby's due 10 days after their first turns one. he just turned 20, they'll be parents of 2 before either of them are legally able to drink...WTF!?!?
sometimes life does suck and the worst part is it seems like those are the times we can't do anything to change it.
Yeah. I try to read it everyday. It does suck and it sucks worse that all the girls I know had their first baby before 21. I wish. I just can't believe we're hitting the 2 year mark soon. We're so young, we aren't supposed to have this problem.
Tell ya what... When you get back to NY i'll give you the name of my friends doctor.. She has the same problem as you and her doctor is gonna move her right along. But first you would have to do the fertility treatments and then they might try a dye. thats what they are doing to her. and if that doesnt work her doctor is gonna do the artificial insemination (totally spelled wrong!) but with you the doctor might move it along faster seeing that you have been trying for almost 2 years now. ya know... Just let me know if you want that number and i'll get it to you.
i was thinking...is there any way to get your PCM to refer you to a new specialist? actually, i bet you can just talk to tricare and see if you can switch to a different doctor that might be able to move things along. not sure if you've done that or not...i've had to switch doctors a few times (not my RE, but still).
just thinkin' of you...hope you're doin' alright.
Sarah- I definitely want that number. It will have to wait Til he's out of the army in 2010 but if I could see her while he's on leave from Iraq that would be awesome.
Emma- I would go to a specialist but I don't know of any up here. If you know of any let me know. Right now everything is on hold Til he gets back from Iraq.
this is all i've found:
Joy Zimmerman-Golden, M.D.
Anchorage
Phone: (907) 264-2333
but...if you require a specialist, the military is obligated to send you to one. if there isn't a tricare approved RE in the area, then they can make an exception for one that isn't. it may take some foot work and battling through red tape, but your NCOIC or first shirt should be able to help...that's their job!
i'm gonna keep researching, i've got a few contacts i can try...don't give up yet. you can have a lot of stuff lined up for when your hubby comes home.
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