Getting Pregnant

It seemed to take forever, but the day of our first appointment at the fertility clinic finally came around. I was incredibly nervous; I’m not a big fan of going to see doctors at the best of times, and this one was a really big unknown.

We had to wait about half an hour after our appointment time to see Dr H, but we soon found out that his lengthy chats made all of his appointments run late. I’d rather that than a doctor who rushes you in and out without any small talk, though.

He took a detailed medical history of both of us, covering a fairly full picture of our health, and he mentioned – and it turned out to be true – that having checks for fertility problems are a great way of having an overall health check. In separate rooms, we both had to strip down and he examined all our important bits and made notes; so far, nothing bad.

The next step, he explained, would involved a series of blood tests and ultrasounds to track my hormones and other important bits during a menstrual cycle, and we would also both need to have a thorough ultrasound to check out our vital bits from the inside.

So it was a bit like the first round at the GP – please go away, do all these tests, and then come back and see me and we’ll talk about the results. Unfortunately, I had a trip to Melbourne planned for a couple of weeks into my next menstrual cycle, so we had to delay all of the tests for a month – in a way, I was grateful because with my period due the next day, launching straight into the barrage of tests might have all been a bit much for me. A month to get used to it felt much better.

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