Finally, a Reproductive Endocrinologist!

I visit my share of blogs on the topic of infertility. A lot of the terminology still goes over my head, including the acronyms used for everything from trying to conceive (TTC) to ovulation predictor tests (OPT).

Well, as of this morning, I have an RE. And I didn't even know what an RE was until the nice nurse over the phone made my appointment and then I looked at his title.

Which wasn't OB/GYN as I had expected.

I called to book my annual exam for August. Back in CA, I had to make my appointment in May to be seen in August. So I was crossing my fingers I'd manage to find something, and then was told I'd called too soon. They only book appointments 30 days out, so I needed to call back in 4 weeks.

I seriously am still getting used to how slow things are here.

Then I told her I had another issue. Took a deep breath. And said without breathing once:

MyhusbandandIhavebeentryingtogetpregnantforoverayearandIwasdiagnosedwithPCOSanddidtheclomidandstuffandwestoppedbecausewemovedacrosscountryandI'dliketostartthatbackupagain.

Please?

She was sweet and asked if I wanted that appointment before the annual or after.

And didn't laugh at me when I jumped and asked for the first available.

This, my friends, is where I couldn't believe my ears.

You see, back in CA (tired of hearing that yet?), I had to see an OB/GYN and and Endocrinologist. Two separate doctors that had me running between them with requests and messages. Which was frustrating because each department is across from one another in the clinic we went to, and I wondered why they couldn't email or call each other.

Again, I had never heard of an RE. Yes, I had seen people blog about those elusive initials, but had never thought to ask.

Well, the nurse today booked me for the next available appointment on July 15th. After she gave me the time, I asked if she could tell me which doctor. I had opened their directory, and had the list in front of me. Yes, I do look at pictures of the doctors and their credentials. It puts me at ease.

I'm funny that way.

The nurse calmly explained that it would be with a specific doctor because he was a specialist who dealt with PCOS and the clomid and everything. She gave me his name, let me know that they'd be mailing me a welcome kit to review (I have never gotten a welcome kit from a doctor's office IN MY LIFE!), and to call with any questions.

And that's when I searched for the doctor in their directory.

Reproductive Endocrinologist. He's an RE!

I have to admit doing a dance and bouncing into the other room to let A know. He smiled and asked if this made me that happy.

Yes, yes it does. Because now I was going to someone who would be able to tell me more and not leave me to Google and WebMD to read while I was alone. Feeling vulnerable. With ice cream and tissues.

Back to happy thoughts: I have an RE!!

Now, if only I could get to the DMV on time to take care of the car registration before the old CA registration expires....