Sunday, January 23, 2011
Of frozen pipes and Sunday spotting
It's cold. Really cold. The kind of cold that freezes the inside of your nostrils. When I woke up yesterday morning, it was 6 degrees outside.
I attempted to do my normal routine yesterday morning. Wake up, brush my teeth, contacts in, let Kelsey out. On the weekends, I then go put on a pot of coffee. When I went to fill up the pot, I noticed that no water was coming out of the faucet. AWESOME! Our kitchen sink pipes froze. Luckily, our bathroom pipes were still in working order. But...still.
It's just dreadfully inconvenient. So we rigged up the hair dryer so that we wouldn't have to stand there holding it, but that didn't do much. Then we borrowed a space heater from the in-laws and set it up and just let it run. All day. All night. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I hear the rush of water. YES! The space heater had worked its magic, and our pipes were unthawed. Crisis averted.
I am spotting a bit. AF will arrive in full force tonight or tomorrow morning, which is great. I will call the RE tomorrow and see about my CD3 appointment.
I am feeling more and more discouraged with my RE office. I just get the feeling that they aren't taking this whole thing as seriously as I am, and I desperately want them to. I don't want to waste time and money doing things that haven't worked in the past.
The most unfortunate thing about it is that there is no other RE in town. None. I don't live in a tiny town, but it's not huge either. I mean, we have about 70,000 people (when the students are in). You'd think we'd have more than one freaking fertility doctor. But no.
I will have to drive a minimum of 90 minutes (each way) to get to the closest reputable clinic. I'm willing to do it, too. But, as it's in a different state, I need to check and make sure my insurance will work the same and all that. And this is assuming that my RE office denies me the injectibles and tries to force some more Femara on me.