On Thursday after what seems like such a battle to get there, we were finally seeing an infertility consultant at our local Women’s Hospital in our bid for our much wanted second pregnancy. I am infertile with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) which pretty much hinders any chances of falling pregnant naturally (without medication or IVF).
I was incredibly nervous ahead of the appointment to the point of making myself quite ill. I wish I was one of those people who didn’t eat when they were stressed but unfortunately my weight has risen, my confidence has dropped like a stone and I’ve been so anxious about pretty much everything.
For the last six months, it feels like the pressure has been building and I was really worried the consultant would take one look at me and tell me to go away once I’d lost more weight. Back in September when I last asked for a referral to the gynae my GP wrote to the wrong hospital. The hospital wrote back to me saying they couldn’t help me and even if they could, they wouldn’t because I was so overweight. They really knew how to kick a women when she’s down.
For this appointment, I knew I wanted to know 3 things; 1) would they give me metformin which is the medication that I was on when I conceived Olly 2) what weight would I need to be for the merformin if they wouldn’t prescribe it me and 3) what weight do I need to get down to for further support and medication, such as clomid.
I was a bag of nerves on the day. Unfortunately this wasn’t helped by the lack of available car parking at the hospital meaning I had to sit and wait on my own whilst my husband found a car parking space. A friendly nurse weighed me and checked my height. Thankfully, as I’ve been on Slimming World forever, my weight wasn’t a surprise so I was ready for them to tell me the news my BMI was still quite high. The consultant called me in and my husband still hadn’t parked the car, nightmare! I asked if we could wait and they swapped our appointment with the couple next on the list. Thankfully as they went in and the doors closed, my husband ran through the doors. It only took him 45 minutes to park the car!
Finally it was our time to go in and the consultant couldn’t have been nicer. She put me at ease and asked me lots of questions. She asked me if I was on medication and asked me about metformin. So imagine her surprise when I told her I wasn’t on it as my own GP wouldn’t prescribe it. She was really annoyed and said he should have prescribed it ages ago. I was so cross! Thankfully, she wrote me a prescription for metformin which I teared up at. Finally, I have the prescription for the drugs that can hopefully help me again!
She asked us more questions, ordered me an ultrasound on my ovaries and uterus as well as blood tests for various days throughout my next period. She also gave me some weight targets to aim for and an appointment in four months for a follow up. She said she would hope to see me next time with some news (i.e being pregnant) but I’m not looking that far ahead to be honest. I can’t build my hopes up for something that might not happen.
I walked out of the appointment feeling like I had won the lottery, I literally cried the whole way home. Finally, I’ve been taken seriously and I’m now in the system with some targets to aim for. My next steps are to lose at least 2.5 stone in the next four months, my husband has an appointment with male fertility testing from Fertility Plus to rule out any issues and I’m to take my medication as well as folic acid. I’m so happy to finally get on the way. I’m so hoping this is our year. Fingers crossed!
I’m going to throw everything I have on making sure I achieve the consultants targets in the next four months. Failure is simply not an option. I need this help and have to do everything in my power to get there. I just have to! The future of my family is in my hands and it’s pretty much now or never!