Because he saw a well-dressed, affluent infertile woman on the other side of the road!
Seriously, I don't even want to THINK about what I would be paying the damn fertility doc if I didn't have decent insurance.
So, the visit with the doctor went well. He basically told me that I just don't ovulate, period. Apparently my daughter is a total anomaly who shouldn't exist right now- she proves that I've ovulated at least once in my lifetime! I got a good prognosis overall. The docs are going to pump me full of hormones to try and get my eggs to be good little eggs and actually come down out of the ovaries (for once).
I got my thyroid medication adjusted (thank you God). The hormone regimen I'm on right now consists of Provera (to force start my period) and Clomid to make my ovaries work like they should. The Provera is kicking my ass into next week, I am SO FREAKIN TIRED. I don't even want to think about the havoc the Clomid and it's little hormone buddies will cause.
The doc also wants my hubby to give a sperm sample. I told the doctor that I'm sure he would be just thrilled. The doc told me "Hey, the rooms are built to accomodate two- think of it as a date!" An RE with a sense of humor. Lovely.
Case in point, I had a cervical swab done (another one of those little procedures that "don't hurt"). The doctor came back the room afterwards and told me, "At least we know your husband's sperm is healthy, we could see it wriggling all around the petri dish! You're a good patient, I don't even have to order you to have regular intercourse!"
I'm pretty hard to shake up, but even I was totally paralyzed with laughter at that point!
Well, at least the jokes were enough to distract me from the metal being shoved up my hoo-ha! And that mental picture my dears, is worth a thousand words.