It's the same old story... with complications

Boy meets Girl. 

They say I love you.

They move in together. 

They plan a future. 

God laughs. 

That's usually what goes through my head when I think of our life.

"Want to hear God laugh? Tell him your plans"

Our plan--get married, have babies, be deliriously happy...

We are currently planning our wedding (newly engaged! yay!) and are very happy... It's the baby part that God seems to have other plans with. 

In Sept 2011, about a year and a half into our relationship, I went to see an endocrinologist. I was gaining weight for no reason and my sister, let's call her Dr. J as she is a doctor and her first name starts with a J (Ooo I'm so original lol) thought perhaps I had Cushings. The endocrinologist did a wide panel of hormone blood tests and a week later a call from her nurse revealed that . . . (wait for it) everything was normal. Ok fine, fax me the information. Turns out that dr. was just lazy and didn't bother to actually read my blood results because everything was NOT normal. 

My FSH levels were post menopausal--61.8. 

Say what?! I was 26 and should NOT be post menopausal. 

So let's google "High FSH"

Did that. Cue tears, sobbing, etc etc. 

So after crying in my work bathroom for what seemed to be hours, I did what most women would do (I think) I spoke to my mom. Her reaction "Why are you so upset? Call your Dr. and get retested." 

First--I was rather annoyed at her blasé reaction. Um hello I just spent an hour on google about this, she should take me more seriously--Google says I only have a 1% to 5% chance of ever getting pregnant!! And obviously being on Google for an hour reading everything "High FSH" related made me an expert! (haha just kidding of course) 

Second--she was right. I should call my dr and see what's up. Let's figure this out. Let's re test. Because clearly that blood test lied (i wish!)

So I called anddd.... the doctor is on vacation (big surprise there!) The nurse assured me that she would have her call me as soon as she returned (cue eye roll).

Instead I decided to nip this in the bud--I called my ob/gyn's office to talk to the NP I saw there--Kris. Faxed her the blood results and waited to hear back... 

Raise your hand if you HATE the waiting game!

(both hands in the air) 

I hate the waiting game... 

but when it comes to fertility problems it's a game we are all familiar with...