I'm so lost

I had a doctor's appointment today to make sure my ovaries aren't being overly stimulated by the clomid.

Ha.

My ovaries be overly stimulated?

Yeah, that's a joke.

Well, he checked me out and then reviewed my chart and said, "Hmm...your body is not responding to clomid...that's not good!"

I wanted to say, "No sh*t!!" But because I'm not rude and I most certainly do not curse at doctors, I simply said that I agreed.

I ask him about having a nice, mature follicle, receiving the trigger shot and then crappy numbers in regards to progesterone. He mentioned that he wonders if it's LUFS, oh joy, and said he'll up the clomid this month and then wants to do follow up sonograms to check and see if I'm actually ovulating.

And then came the words that felt like a swift kick in the gut...

"And if you still don't respond this month to clomid, I just don't know what else I can do. Ilk have to refer you to another specialist." Ie: an IVF doctor.

It took every ounce of my being not to cry right then and there.

Pant less on the table already feeling defeated that the clomid hadn't done anything for me and now I'm being told I'm a lost cause.

I made my next appointments and quickly left.

The moment I stepped outside I put on my over-sized glasses just in time because the tears started flowing...

In our 4 years of marriage I have seen 4 doctors and 3 have said they couldn't do anything for me.

I feel like such a lost cause right now.

Like we're about to have to start all over again.

My heart aches just thinking about this.

I wish I could just fast forward through this cycle and know. Although with my track record I have a pretty good idea what the outcome will be.

I hate PCOS.
Hate it.
Hate it.
Hate it.