My OB gave me a name of an RE. I spent last night worrying about whether I should worry about the RE, Dr.YoungGun, having only graduated med school in '98. But he seems to be a blatant overachiever-- he has papers up the wazoo (last one, accepted but not yet published is about reducing multiple pregnancies in IVF-- me lieky), so much so that there shouldn't be any room up there for his equally numerous awards; he is on faculty of the Fancy Med School, etc. etc. So I am leaning towards not worrying about his youth and inexperience (yes, I know some cultural references from before my time in this country).
Since it's the same hospital, giving the RE's office my hospital record number meant the dead baby story came up on their screen, and I didn't have to give details. While she was pulling up the record, she asked me how long we have been trying. I started with "I have PCOS." She said "Ok, PCOS," indicating there wasn't going to be "it's too early for you to see a specialist" in any case. Then she looked at the record while I recounted my ovulation going AWOL, and didn't question me on the veracity of my conclusion that I am stuck rather than just experiencing a long cycle. His first available was October 11th, though, so that is my current appointment date. But she was nice enough to immediately say that she will put me on the cancellation list. So theoretically it could be earlier, but practically, I seem to be looking at a 4ww. I am not as frustrated as I was afraid I would be. The receptionist who booked my appointment was as nice as she could've been. The wait is "only" four weeks-- I was secretly afraid it would be much more. And it's nice to start the New Year (Jewish one, for those of you who think I just lost the last of my marbles) with a plan.
My wishes to all of you, all of us, for a good and sweet year. As my sister says, this one will not be hard to beat, but here's to hoping next one will bring happiness and joy to those of us in desperate need of both.