Time out for bullshit, Eggshells. About ten months ago, a doctor told me to lose 30 lbs and THEN she would renew my Clomid prescription. At this point in the journey, I had already taken a round of Clomid about six months before that, and a round of Metformin a couple months before that, none of which (obviously
), had worked.
The first doctor, who had prescribed the famed Clomiphene Citrate, was an African American woman, mid 40’s, who sent me in for an ultrasound, told me there was nothing “gynecologically wrong” with me, gave me a spiel about how fertility meds lead to multiple births, all in a “So don’t come calling my ass if you end of like Jon and Kate”, type voice, and wrote the prescription as she was walking out of the door. When I went back for my follow-up appointment she said, and I QUOTE, couldn’t make this shit up if I tried,
“Well, are you pregnant? No, Okay. Here’s a prescription for Metformin“.
She NEVER sent me back in for any ultrasounds.
She NEVER tried to monitor any ovulation.
She NEVER worked on any type of plan with me and my husband.
She NEVER asked me if I’d experienced any side affects, ill feelings, strange itches, nothing.
And I never asked her as much as I probably should have either.
So instead, I was relieved when my move to the suburbs afforded me the opportunity to find a new ob/gyn. I found her on good recommendation and even reviews online. They all said the same great things about her and I was excited.
I met with her and her nurses, and they were amazing.
She and I picked up a great conversation and were getting along great, then she said, “I would feel more comfortable if you brought your weight down about 30lbs, and then we can see if that will naturally get your body working properly again.” To which I thought to myself,
“Hmph, ain’t this some shit. Right lady, cause its just that easy”.
I’ve never been small. NEVER. I’ve been balanced because of my height, but never slim…at least not since I was like 8. So for me to finally get to the point where I was feeling confident about my choice in doctor, etc…she had basically put a brick wall in front of my bumper car. I felt instantly deflated.
So…its been about ten months.
And I guess I showed her.
I haven’t been back since.
Meanwhile, had I listened, and not been so insanely stubborn and sensitive, I’d probably have a kid. 
Which brings me to my point.
HOW BAD DO YOU WANT IT?
If you want it more than anything, how can ANYTHING stand in your way of getting it?
30lbs? Seriously? What an idiot.
If its something I want, I have to do more at actively pursuing it.
I refuse to let another year pass where I have completely sabotaged my own destiny.
Will you?
Remember, its time out for bullshit, Eggshells.
