Second, DH's SC is at around 8 million. My doctor would prefer it to be around 100 - 200 million. So that appears to be our big problem. He said he wants to get that looked at before we go spending tons of money on my testing and putting me through all the tests/meds.
Third, he wants me to chart for a couple of cycles so we can definitely state whether or not I have a luteal phase deficiency. I told him that wouldn't be a problem since I'm already charting. lol He also said that I've probably bled away a couple of pregnancies that we didn't even know about given the length of my cycles - especially the cycles that I have ovulated late on.
So I'll go back for a progesterone draw in my next cycle. DH is going to a urologist (the same one my doctor personally uses). And we are going to continue BDing every chance we get. lol
I just want to scream and cry and rant and rave and figure out what the heck is wrong with me.
AF showed up tonight. Cycle #16 was all of 22 days long. What the heck is wrong with me that my cycles are getting shorter? I take the vitamins everyone recommends and nothing helps.
My doctor figures I will eventually be on Clomid, but he doesn't want to go that route until we get DH's sperm count up. Can't get DH's sperm count up until we figure out what is wrong with him. Can't figure out what is wrong until we see the urologist. Don't have an appointment yet with the urologist, going to call tomorrow to do that.
I'm so sick of this. I guess I officially have 22 day cycles now. The past two cycles were each 22 days and I knew immediately this evening that AF was coming when the cramping started.
I have an appointment with my doctor on the 6th of June for a follow-up pap and I'm going to ask him at that point to just write me a prescription for Clomid. I'm tired of waiting. I can see the writing on the wall. I know what our main problem is. Now it is time to fix it.
I didn't think it woudl affect me like this, but it sure is hitting me hard.
My EDD for the chemical pg I had in October was June 18th. I saw a story on the Today Show this morning about how fathers who have lost children for various reasons deal wtih Father's Day. I lost it. I was standing there ironing my clothes, crying like a baby.
Well the 18th was an okay day. DH kept me busy with travel and various vacation things. We talked and cuddled at night and made it through together.
The 19th was when it was the hardest. The people (family members) who we were on vacation with decided that it was a good idea to spend two hours talking about baby names for a child that they don't plan on TTC until late this year. What made it worse was the fact that at least one person in the conversation knew what we have been going through. I never knew people could be that cruel.
Big thank yous and hugs to all my friends who have sent me PMs and/or emails. You are all the best. Even if I don't respond to your messages, know that they are helping me through and keeping my spirits up.