This afternoon is my appointment with Dr. Stegman. I'm not sure what to expect this time around. He said during our last appointment in May that he'd be contacting a urologist in Philly about DH's forward progression issues. Really, what can be done about that that we're not already doing? DH is still dutifully taking the equivalent of Proxeed through multiple vitamins. Not that it helped with the forward progression, but count and morphology - which were in normal range at the first SA - improved a good bit. So now we have a lot of swimmers putzing around in circles. I just want a few of them to pump their little tails like wild at the right time and get to where they need to go.
I don't know how much good it will do, but I'm hoping for Femara or Clomid. I want to make sure whatever I'm producing is as mature and healthy as it can be. I wouldn't say no to multiple targets either. I'd prefer the Femara since Clomid can do a job on mucus. I don't want to prduce good, mature follicles only to kill mucus in the process, depriving DH's challenged swimers of their only route to the egg.
We'll see what happens. I wish the appointment weren't so late in the day: 3:30. That's nearly an entire work day to obsess over it and get nothing done. If I'm going to get nothing done, I'd rather be at home not doing it.
In reference to my previous post, I'm not mad at God anymore. Disappointed, maybe. I feel like a four year old child who's prone to temper tantrums. I don't understand God or His ways and I never will. His methods to guide us seem impractical to me and unduly harsh (must we aways experience suffering to learn a lesson? There are other ways.). But I'm trying to understand Him from a very human point of view, the only view I have. He's not human. I was born to question and question I will. But I will also continue trying to understand.
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