more history

Since we assumed it'd be easy to get pg, we just had sex whenever and didn't worry about timing...
a couple months go by...
And then I start paying attention to the calendar and make sure we have sex mid-cycle...
a couple months go by...
And the frustration starts building until one memorable night where we were both exhausted and he didn't want to have sex and I started crying. Ah yes, the first of the tears, but not the last.

So finally it's time for my yearly trip to the gyno. Based on family history and some other stuff, I get checked out for PCOS (blood tests) and cysts (internal and external ultrasounds). Thanks to the fact that ultrasounds occur in the hospital and my insurance didn't cover much, we made our first monetary contribution to the fertility gods.

But the tests come back and they look good. Keep trying is what I'm told. Here's where I went wrong - I knew that it wasn't working and I should have kicked up a fuss right then to move on to more tests. But the doctor said everything looks fine, go have more sex. So we did.

a couple months go by...
a couple months go by...

I finally go back in, but at this point it's been one and half years since we started trying. I get a different doctor and she checks for ovulation. Guess what? All this time DH has been fertilizing nothing! Well gee, wonder why that didn't work? Ok, to be fair, I did ovulate sometimes, just not regularly. And when they had looked for cysts, there was an egg follicle there ready and waiting, so I see why she assumed I ovulated.

So I get put on clomid. A low dose does the trick, so it's time for 6 more months of sex...

a couple months go by...

nothing's happening....

more later.

Playing Catch-up

I should have started this long ago. I should have learned that bottling up my feelings isn't a good idea.

We've been trying to have a baby for 2 years. Two long years.

At first it was as simple as going off birth control (ah, to go back to that happy relatively stress-free time)

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