The New and Improved Plan

While it seems that we all agree that when a doctor says ‘come back in three months’ that in no way means sixteen months, my former clinic tends to differ.

Yes, former. Screw that place, I’m not going back unless they start handing out free kids. I don’t think I need to worry about that happening any time soon.

So we have a new plan: make this cycle count.

Okay, that’d be pretty nice, but since we can’t guarantee that, if this one doesn’t work I’ll do a couple months of letrozole and then some tamoxifen.

Then we pull out the big guns.

Next week we’re going to visit my family for Mardi Gras, and on the way down we’re stopping at a fertility clinic about two hours away to have a little chat. We may or may not have all the paperwork we need for them by then, but it won’t hurt to check them out.

And of course, hopefully we’ll never need to go there for care, but we can’t let all this research my husband has been doing go to waste, now, can we?

It’s just…I’m tired of preparing for failure. I’m ready to prepare for success.



I just got an email with the rescheduling of my RE appointment that was cancelled December 12th, that was rescheduled from September 6th.

It is October fucking 12th.

Is that, or is that not, the biggest load of bullshit ever?

Or should I just be grateful that it’s this year?

I am absolutely frustrated right now. I know I don’t need to be. I know I’ll be cycling (or pregnant!) until then anyway. I know I have two more drugs to try before I need to go back.

But damn.

I go back go family practice next Tuesday. Maybe my awesome doctor can do something if my phone call tomorrow is futile.