At the appointment, the np said that in addition to doing another beta tomorrow, she wants to test my FSH (although, that test won't be done for a few more weeks). Because in her words "if your ovarian reserve isn't good, then you'll know to make other plans. Like adoption." She actually fucking said that. I've had absolutely no testing done, not even my progesterone, because this fucking doctor's office keeps telling me that there's no reason to test at this point. And now, on the eve of my second miscarriage, they're ready to do one measly test, and tell me to hang it up? Are they fucking KIDDING me??? And, despite the fact that it's been a good five days since my first positive pregnancy test and I have a beta of a paltry 11.5, she said they "aren't ruling this one out yet."
I feel like they are in grammar school fertility and I've already graduated from Harvard. I love my dr. (The one on maternity leave), but I think I have to break up with her. It's like they only know how to care for 23 year olds with perfect ovaries. The scariest thing is that the office is connected to a highly regarded medical school, and several of the doc's--including mine--teach there. I shudder to think of the poor infert's of the future, who will be dealing with the dr's trained here.
And now that I've ranted here, I'm calm enough to drive the hour home from my dr's office.