Getting Pregnant

At the end of our testing month and just before our review appointment we had a compulsory counseling session with the resident psychologist. As part of the cycle of testing, all patients were required to visit the counselor, which I have to admit seems like a good idea, because there are definitely a whole lot of psychological issues involved with infertility.

Unfortunately, since the clinic insisted we make the counselor’s appointment before the specialist’s appointment – Dr H’s time was apparently more precious than the counselor’s, so we couldn’t risk running late for him – the counselor couldn’t really tell us much, since we weren’t sure where our future directions would lie. However, she did give me the helpful piece of advice that during that dreaded “two week wait” between ovulation and a period (or not) it was okay to spoil myself a little, in the sense of providing distractions – trips out with friends, watching DVDs and so on. It was also nice to have met her, and as she said, part of the point of this whole appointment was that later, if we experienced difficulties or distress during fertility treatment, we had already met someone who could help and it was easy to make an appointment.

What disturbed me more was her next appointment. While we waited outside for our specialist appointment, we saw a couple arrive, and then the counselor came to collect just the man for a session. We had a long wait and knew, therefore, that he was in there for at least an hour. It scared me a little to think what kind of issues he was having and how difficult it would be for me if my husband was having such bad troubles – and I’m lucky that he’s not, and is wonderfully supportive.

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