Monday's appointment with the NaPro doctor was an eye-opening experience. We drove an hour to his office, which also allowed us a stop at Trader Joe's (Yea! We were out of Two Buck Chuck). The doctor spent almost an hour talking with us. I can't remember a visit so peaceful, knowing that the doctor truly cares.
The diagnosis, however, is complex and a bit surprising. I thought my problem was PCOS and the doctor would give me a diabetic drug. As it turned out, the doctor believes that I have had endometriosis for most of my life. He also thinks I have the early stages of PCOS but that it can be stopped. It's tough music to face, but relieving to have more answers. Some of the paths ahead: more exercise, an extensive hormone test, and learning Natural Family Planning according to the Creighton Method. There is also the possibility of a laparoscopy (!).
Talk about shocking. I never fathomed my infertility problems would reach such a grand scale. Needless to say, the news shook me up a bit and took a while to process. Hence the tardiness of this post. I continue to count on the prayers of so many family, friends, and random unknown people to keep persevering.
One burden did get resolved: my post-Clomid blood tests. Every month between days 20 and 22, I sauntered to the blood test lab. Blood was drawn to determine my Progesterone levels. The more of that hormone, the better indication that I've ovulated. Many months ended in sorrow when I called the nurse only to find low Progesterone levels.
The NaPro doctor told me there was no solid proof that my levels were that low. Not all women ovulate at the same time. So getting a test on days 20-22 doesn't work for every woman. That was very comforting to hear. The hormone test he's ordering will mean a blood test every 2 days (ick). However, the doctor will have more concrete proof of my progesterone levels. If I would have known it sooner, I would have spent less time crying about it! Deo Gratias.