After our latest loss, I'm crushed. I poured too much hope into the progesterone. Hoping that it would be, as my OB said, "a slam dunk."
It changed nothing. Well, except making me feel nauseous, exhausted, and full of blinding rage for two weeks before dealing with a third miscarriage.
So, here we are. In the exact same place we were 15 months ago.
Following the events of two weeks ago, I saw my OB again. She and I both came to the agreement that there was nothing more she could do for Morgan and me. Instead she referred me to a fertility clinic -- cause: recurrent biochemical pregnancies.
Well, this puts us on a totally new path. I'm not sure how far we'll follow it. Our insurance covers infertility diagnosis but not fertility treatment, and we can't bankrupt ourselves.
For now, we wait until April 24 -- for our first appointment with a Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE). Hopefully, after this visit we'll have a more concrete plan for how we will proceed.
I still have hope that my rainbow is out there, but it's just a little more in the distance than I originally thought.