This was supposed to be the end.
The end of the year was supposed to be our cut-off date; we would either have what we wanted, or start to move on.
But we thought we would be a lot further along. I figured we’d be done with IUIs by the end of the summer. I thought that if we decided to move on to IVF, it would have happened by now. But the truth is that nothing is guaranteed to work out the way you plan, and this is no exception.
We are switching doctors. I’m having a lot of anxiety over this, because there are 2 doctors in our clinic and we are switching from one to the other. I’m afraid we’ll run into the “old” doctor and he’ll be mad at us, or something. The “new” doctor actually did our final IUI because ours wasn’t working that weekend, and we liked the “new” doctor better. He and his wife went through IVF to get their son and he is very understanding and compassionate and warm, all qualities that the “old” doctor pretty much lacked. Not that he was horrible or anything – we just liked the other doctor better. So we decided to switch.
We had talked about it for awhile, but the final decision to switch was kind of on an impulse, and then I started to get really worried that I did the wrong thing. Plus we had to wait for a “new patient” appointment and that isn’t until this coming Friday. If I hadn’t switched doctors, we would be talking with our doctor right now. Instead we start over at the end of this long week. My anxiety level is way, way up right now.
It’s hard to know what the “right” thing to do is sometimes.