Three and a half years, four homes, two schools, and one cat ago, Dustin and I decided that the time had come for our family to grow. I downloaded the right apps, read the right books and articles, ate the right foods, and waited for a musical genius baby to appear. Nothing happened.
Nothing happened the first month or the second. Nothing happened for the rest of the year. Nothing happened the next year. After a year and a half or so had passed, I finally made a doctor's appointment.
The doctor was not concerned. At least, I don't think she was concerned. She had a very thick Russian accent and didn't always understand what I was trying to tell her, but she ordered a few tests for me, and I was excited to be making progress toward my little Mozart.
The first test came back, and the doctor seemed to think everything looked good. Then she sent us to a specialist for further testing, and again, the results were excellent! She sent me for some blood work, but she had me schedule it for the wrong day of my cycle. I tried to explain this to her, but she didn't understand or didn't agree, so she went ahead with the test and prescribed me ovulation drugs. At this point, I had been waiting for over two years, and my aspirations had grown from having one little opera singer to a duet, so I began taking the prescribed medications and praying, praying, praying for twins.
As it turns out, I had been right about my blood work, and my doctor had been wrong. The medications did nothing to bring about one tiny violinist, let alone two. The doctor referred me to a specialist and assured me again that there was "nothing to worry about."
Read Good News/Bad News (Part 2) to find out what the specialist had to say.
Nothing happened the first month or the second. Nothing happened for the rest of the year. Nothing happened the next year. After a year and a half or so had passed, I finally made a doctor's appointment.
The doctor was not concerned. At least, I don't think she was concerned. She had a very thick Russian accent and didn't always understand what I was trying to tell her, but she ordered a few tests for me, and I was excited to be making progress toward my little Mozart.
The first test came back, and the doctor seemed to think everything looked good. Then she sent us to a specialist for further testing, and again, the results were excellent! She sent me for some blood work, but she had me schedule it for the wrong day of my cycle. I tried to explain this to her, but she didn't understand or didn't agree, so she went ahead with the test and prescribed me ovulation drugs. At this point, I had been waiting for over two years, and my aspirations had grown from having one little opera singer to a duet, so I began taking the prescribed medications and praying, praying, praying for twins.
As it turns out, I had been right about my blood work, and my doctor had been wrong. The medications did nothing to bring about one tiny violinist, let alone two. The doctor referred me to a specialist and assured me again that there was "nothing to worry about."
Read Good News/Bad News (Part 2) to find out what the specialist had to say.
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