I got my referral to the specialist last week. All my test results bundled up with a letter from my Dr, letting another Dr know I am now offically their mystery to work out. I also found out all the problems with trying to conceive, officially point in my direction only. Hubby has got off the hook with that one.
Sad to say it, but I was kind of hoping he was the problem. Cause if he was, then the procedures for insemination just seemed so much more pleasant to think about, than dealing with injecting hormones and all sorts of unnatural junk into my body.
But it's all me. So there goes that idea.
The next sad thing along that line, is there is no funds to see the said specialist. There won't be for a long time either. So that overstuffed envelope, has been put on the side of the fridge, and it will wait there gathering dust, for who knows how long.
I don't know what is more frustrating. Not being able to have a baby, or not being able to afford to try and have a baby.
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