Preparing for a Showdown
Last week had some helpful distractions to keep our minds off thinking about the future. Well…most of the time. We had a lovely time with my sister and her boyfriend during their visit early in the week. The rest of the week was all about the new puppy. Training him on what he can and can’t chew on. Teaching him where to do his business. For a 10 week old puppy he is doing as well as can be expected. He knows when we go outside it is time to do business first. But hasn’t caught onto letting us know he must go out. Probably still early, but he is learning and we are learning, and I think Bandit will be a very good dog.
But now we are closing in on our WTF appointment with the doctor and we have come to one realization. This relationship with the doctor is like any other. There must be some compromises. While they may be the experts in what is best in general to help a couple get pregnant, that doesn’t mean it will work for us. One of the directives the first round was to eliminate all Class C medications. So my wife, under her psychiatrist’s supervision, eliminated her anxiety medication. I see now that was a big mistake. I’m not watching her suffer anymore without the help of her medication.
I used to be one of those people who downplayed the idea of suffering from anxiety. Now I know better and I know her suffering is real. The stress the anxiety creates is as much, if not more harmful to any baby than medications would be to help her. We will gladly try to work with medications the doctor thinks are less risky, but going without is not an option. That’s where we stand at the moment. Our showdown with the doctor is this Thursday at 2pm.