The Doctor Returneth

Dr. L has finally returned from his five-week vacation. My appointment on Thursday was basically what I expected. He repeated his recommendation that we try on our own for a while but ultimately left it up to me. Since impatience doesn't seem like a good enough reason to demand medication, I reluctantly agreed but expressed my concern about my irregular ovulation. I'm still not used to ovulating on my own, you see, and don't trust it. The thing I want to avoid most of all is a super-long anovulatory cycle. So, he said we could monitor me during the natural cycles if that would make me feel better. It would. I'll go in for bloodwork on CD3 and bloodwork and ultrasound on CD12 (and then every couple of days until I ovulate).

Oh, he seemed to find my confession about accidentally having sex on O-Day to be pretty amusing. He also told me I gave him a few grey hairs during my little hCG drama — how nice that he actually seems to care. I guess he's a pretty good guy.

In conclusion, until I feel the desperate need to stick needles in my belly again, it's au naturel for us. I'm thinking three cycles will be my limit.

Keith, of course, continues to leave all decision-making to do with the baby-making to me. Is this the typical attitude for TTC DHs?