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June 15, 2001
Here is the tale of our meeting with the RE. It'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry - nah, that's overselling it a bit but it was an interesting experience. Where to begin?? Let's begin the night before. I will have to preface this story by saying that Michel has been very busy at work lately and has often been coming home at 8:00pm! This has been rather frustrating for us both but it does irritate me a little when his work seems to become more important than other things! He has cancelled his doctor's appt. and a dentist appt. both at the last minute cause he just had to be at work early or stay late. As a result he will be making all of his own appointments from now on - grrr! Anyhoo,… onto our little story. As we are chatting before bed on Tuesday I again reminded him of our appointment with the RE at 7:00pm on Wednesday. I reminded him of the time because I know this means he will have to 'leave early' at 6:00. He replies ' what appointment, are we still going to that?' Needless to say I was quite frustrated and we discussed as calmly as I could why I thought we should go but that I could go by myself if necessary. I told him that if he was too busy to go to let me know. Finally he said that he would leave early (after a lot of moaning) and that we should go. Fine. He said he would be home at 6:00 and then we could grab a bit to eat and drive to the RE's office.
Wednesday afternoon the RE's office called to confirm that we were coming. Our conversation went something like this; 'Is Heidi or Michel Morel there?" "Yes, speaking." "Heidi or Michel?" "Heidi." "This is Dr Jacobs office and we wanted to check if you were still planning on attending the information session tonight at 7:00?" "Yes we will be there." As soon as I hung up the phone I replayed the conversation in my head and thought "Oh great, they think that Michel is Michelle!" I have always known Michel as Michel but I know sometimes he uses Michael here to avoid confusion and I never thought about it when I called to make the appointment. Great now the RE thinks we are a lesbian couple! Isn't that funny?
So, Wednesday night I am waiting for Michel to come home and it's 6:00 and no Michel. At 6:15 I go outside to wait cause I know that we will be running late. At 6:30 I am fuming and the phone rings. I was not too surprised to hear it was Michel. He was still at work. I said I was going to the appointment and he said he would meet me there. He could easily make it on time cause the RE is about 15 min away from his office. I hustle out of the door, cursing and starving cause we were planning on grabbing dinner on the way. I check my purse and see three dollars - more cursing. I head to McDonalds and was able to get a kids meal - yummy and stuffed it down my gullet as I was driving like a mad woman. I made it to the office at 7:00 - yippee. As I park the car I notice one lone car in the lot - BMW, obviously the RE's car. I wonder where all the other couples are? I realized as I entered the office that in fact it was just me and the RE. He says that one other couple that was supposed to attend had to cancel. Great! I say that my husband should be here momentarily since he was held up at work. He says "Your husband?" I say "yes" forgetting about the lesbian confusion. He asks what my husband's name is and I finally clue in. I explain that yes I have a husband his name is Michel and that it is French for Michael. I told the RE that I had realized after I talked to the receptionist that his name may have caused some confusion. He laughs and says that it did cause a lot of discussion in the office. Wonderful. So we sit and wait, trying to make polite conversation. I must say that he was really nice and made me feel really comfortable. After 20 minutes of no Michel and me feeling guilty that the RE was there just for us and my husband was still not there, I finally I say let's go ahead and I will fill him in later. After we were about five minutes into the very thorough and informative presentation Michel shows up. My initial reaction was to tear his throat out but instead I smiled lovingly. I think he felt a little badly when he realized it was just me there.
So we went on with the presentation and it was fantastic. He was so informative and gave me a really great impression of being caring and knowledgeable. I really agreed with his approaches and was on the same wavelength about not allowing patients to have litters of children. That is just not his policy and of that I was glad. He said some very smart and practical things about doing laps. Specifically that they are done way too often and that unless the patient has severe endo there is no real benefit to fertility to do the lap or in removing minor endo. Cool, cause I don't want it if I don't need it. He also
said I wouldn't have to redo the HSG if he could get the films from my doctor in Chicago. I told him how much it hurt and he said that most radiologists and many doctors don't understand that it can be done with little discomfort if they just inject the dye slower and are more gentle with blowing up the balloon. He said if I ever had to do it again with him that he promised he would make it as painless as possible - so comforting! He says that really very few cases of infertility are actually unexplained and that he would do all he could to find out what was affecting our infertility and that we would overcome it! I thought he was great and that if the Clomid fails (which he says probably I didn't need to go on and that the reason my OB/GYN prescribed it was because that was all she could do, which is exactly true) I will be very happy to move ahead with him. For some reason he seemed to put me at ease and I don't feel so stressed about not being pregnant right now because I feel like when I decide to start seeing him that a pregnancy will be right around the corner.
Wow, that was a very long entry! I will sign off now and I will 'talk' to you all soon!
Heidi
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