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If you’ve ever struggled with infertility you can relate to the emotional rollercoaster that comes month after month while your trying to conceive and it seems everyone around you is popping out babies left and right.
When my husband and I decided to start trying to build our family, we were a young newly married couple, and very naive about what it would take to get a bun in my oven. I had never had a regular monthly cycle, infact my “monthly cycle” would sometimes happen in six month intervals. Before we got baby fever, this was pretty convienent. Getting my monthly visitor every six months, meant rarely having to worry about womanly issues while on vacations or at the beach. However once I started thinking about my fertility health, my irregular cycles went from convenient to scary.
We tried month after month with no success. I was in my early twenties, so my primary care doctor and my gynecologist both gave me the same advise “keep trying”. After countless months of hoping I would ovulate, trying, praying, testing, and no happy stick, we finally got a referral to see a fertility specialist.
Going through the fertility clinic process was another emotional rollercoaster, all its own. You sit in a waiting room hoping for answers yet scared about what those answers will be, dreading the tests yet wanting the tests to be done. Infertility is a huge ball of ups and downs, full of endless prayers for the ultimate high, two lines on a stick.
After a couple months of testing. Ultrasounds, blood tests, exc. I finally found out that I had a tumor in my pituitary gland. As the doctor told me this I started to freak out a bit, I have an extensive family history of cancer. However she quickly assured me that this was a farely common problem and that they are almost always benign and that most cases are treated with medication. I left the fertility clinic that day, extatic. I had been given a treatable reason for why I wasn’t conceiving and couldn’t wait to start the medication to level out my hormones. Within a few months my hormone tests were coming back normal so we started Clomid, a fertility drug to help me ovulate.
We did two rounds of Clomid unseccusfully, and then I cracked. I couldn’t do it anymore, the hoping, the testing, the let down. Finally after over a year and a half I gave up. My husband and I decided to just take a break, I started focusing on other things. I joined a gym and lost 15 pounds, started going out and experiencing new things because my brain wasn’t consumed with trying to get pregnant.
Three months after this new found freedom. Freedom from calanders, peeing on sticks, and disappointment. I was cleaning the bathroom and found a left over pregnancy test. As I cleaned, I realized I hadn’t gotten my period in over a month and my boobs were sore. However I hadn’t been nauseous or tired so I assumed the tender breasts were just a sign of PMS. As the afternoon went by the left over pregnancy test kept popping in my head, I hadn’t peed on a stick in months and before that it had become an addiction so having an extra test in the house made me feel the need to take it even though every ounce of me believed there was no way I was pregnant.
My need to pee on a stick finally won and I took the test laster that afternoon. I remember that day so vividly now. I remember taking the test and walking away, because I just knew it would be negative. I promised myself I wouldn’t buy anymore tests, I wouldn’t put myself through this again. Then I walked back into the bathroom, and I almost fainted, TWO PINK LINES!
I was extatic for a few minutes, then I didn’t believe it. Surely I had left the stick sitting for too long. I immediately went out and bought a basket full of tests, sure that money could have bought a carseat but I just couldn’t believe it was possible that I was really pregnant after so many ups and downs.
I went home and stuck stick after stick into a little pee cup. Plus signs, 2 lines, and pregnant appeared on all my tests.
It was the beginning of this journey of Mommyhood, that has been the best chapter of my life.
I found out the next day, I was 6 weeks pregnant. As soon as we calmed down and relaxed, everything worked the way it was supposed to.
4 years later when we decided to try again, I left it as “it will happen when it happens”. I assumed it would take at least a few months and prayed it wouldn’t be a year like with Anthony. It took one month and we got 2 babies! I didn’t stress, I made sure my body was healthy, and let nature take it course. One month later I got a positive test and had an ultrasound tech pointing out baby A and baby B.
Now that my family is complete, I still have friends and family members who are struggling to get pregnant. One tip I give them is to switch out their normal lubricant for Astroglide TTC
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