Deciding to try to get pregnant was not a decision we made lightly. I think Jeff wanted to start having babies as soon as the ink was dry on the marriage certificate. I was more content to wait for a while. I wanted to enjoy being newly weds and soak up the time we had to ourselves. Besides, once I got pregnant, I was going to be someone’s mother for the rest of my life. I just wasn’t sure I was ready for such a life changing experience.
Six months into our marriage, Jeff and I both decided it was time to start trying. I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. I’m the kind of person that once I make up my mind about something, especially a big decision, I want it done immediately. Besides, almost all of the women in my family never had any problems getting pregnant, so I figured I’d be looking at a positive pregnancy test by the end of the month. I was so naïve back then.
I went off of the Pill in December 2007. I had done my research and understood that it may take a little while for my body to adjust. I still watched my cycle and we tried at what I felt like was the appropriate time. Five weeks and about a million pregnancy tests later, nothing was happening. Then one day I woke up to a horrible pain on my right side. I tried to ignore it, figuring that maybe I was ovulating late, or this was just my body’s way of processing things without the birth control. That morning at work, the pain got so bad that I decided to have Jeff take me to urgent care. They examined me and decided I needed to go to the hospital and have an ultrasound. The ultrasound showed that I had a Corpus Luteum Cyst. Basically my body went into overdrive without the pill, tried to ovulate and failed. They gave me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and sent me on my way. They told me that my cycle may be delayed due to the cyst, but not to worry.
Four months went by and no period in sight. I made an appointment with my regular health care provider to discuss what the next step should be. I was very disappointed with the appointment. The Nurse Practitioner basically patted me on the head and told me I’d be pregnant within the year. She gave me a few pills that were supposed to help me start my period and told me not to worry; I have all the time in the world to get pregnant.
In April 2008, I was still waiting to start a new cycle so we can try to get pregnant. I took those pills that my Dr. gave me and have the worst period of my entire life. I actually took a day off of work because I was cramping so badly. I figured it would all be worth it though, if it would help me get pregnant the next month.
A month goes by, and I still haven’t ovulated or had a normal period. June comes and goes and nothing. I go back to the Dr. where they test me for Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. All the tests came back negative. My Dr. told me to go home and relax; I would be pregnant as soon as my body remembered how to ovulate.
During all of this, we hadn’t told anyone we were trying. We had been married a year and apparently the first year is your grace period. No one bothers you about starting a family. All bets are off after the one year mark. At first we would laugh them off and say things like ‘oh, we like our alone time’ or ‘are you crazy? We haven’t been to Europe yet!’ I knew these people didn’t mean anything by it, they didn’t even know that my body wasn’t working right, but it still hurt just the same.
In August, after I had started taking my temperature at the same time every morning to try and catch any sign of ovulation, I could see that I was going to ovulate! I was so excited. 115 days after the period from Hell, my body was finally going to do something. All systems a go! There was just one problem; Jeff was out of town on a business trip! It was like I couldn’t catch a break. Jeff and I were both bummed, but figured that it was a sign of good things to come and now we could really start really trying.
I managed to ovulate every month, but we had decided give our selves a break and stop trying to track things. Let things happen as they would. November was a bust since Jeff had his shoulder surgery and needed to recuperate. I was so sure that we hit the mark in December, and thought it would be great to get a positive test Christmas morning. We were both very disappointed.
It had been a full year since we decided to expand our little family. Jeff and I were both so tired of trying, and it seemed like everyone I knew was either pregnant or had just had their babies. I seriously went to 6 baby showers in that year. That is no exaggeration!
In the meantime I told a handful of people about our problems and they kept telling me to relax, it will happen. I’m sure at one point in my life I have probably said the same thing to a struggling couple. It DOESN’T help. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me. Maybe if I weren’t so worried I would get pregnant just like that! Maybe I just needed a vacation…or maybe something wasn’t working and I couldn’t get anyone to listen to me.
January came and went, but this time I never got my period. I decided to wait it out. I didn’t do anything until April. I made an appointment with a new Dr. who decided to take a more proactive approach. He scheduled me for a Hysterosalpinogram to make sure that my fallopian tubes were clear and there was nothing wrong with my uterus. He told me that there was some pain involved and to pop a couple of ibuprofen before the procedure, so of course when I got home I looked it up online and read all of the horror stories from other women who had had it done. Oh, and I found out that our insurance wouldn’t cover the procedure so I was taking a thousand dollar chance that I actually needed to have this done.
I had the HSG on April 15. It didn’t hurt much, just some cramping. They were able to tell that my reproductive organs were text book perfect and I should have no problems carrying a baby to term.
Since we had tried so long without success, the Dr. decided to write me a prescription for Clomid. It’s a drug that is supposed to help you ovulate. Jeff and I were both feeling unsure about taking this drug, and really felt that we wanted to give it one more try. Two weeks later we found out we were pregnant!
I know that our story isn’t nearly as rough and sad as other couple’s, but it was still a very long journey for us. It was full of heartache and pain and frustration. But it has been worth it because I am not taking a second of this pregnancy for granted.
I know it’s still early but I already love this baby so much and cannot wait to meet s/he and one day tell them how hard their parents tried to bring them into this world and how loved they were before we even met them.
Six months into our marriage, Jeff and I both decided it was time to start trying. I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. I’m the kind of person that once I make up my mind about something, especially a big decision, I want it done immediately. Besides, almost all of the women in my family never had any problems getting pregnant, so I figured I’d be looking at a positive pregnancy test by the end of the month. I was so naïve back then.
I went off of the Pill in December 2007. I had done my research and understood that it may take a little while for my body to adjust. I still watched my cycle and we tried at what I felt like was the appropriate time. Five weeks and about a million pregnancy tests later, nothing was happening. Then one day I woke up to a horrible pain on my right side. I tried to ignore it, figuring that maybe I was ovulating late, or this was just my body’s way of processing things without the birth control. That morning at work, the pain got so bad that I decided to have Jeff take me to urgent care. They examined me and decided I needed to go to the hospital and have an ultrasound. The ultrasound showed that I had a Corpus Luteum Cyst. Basically my body went into overdrive without the pill, tried to ovulate and failed. They gave me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and sent me on my way. They told me that my cycle may be delayed due to the cyst, but not to worry.
Four months went by and no period in sight. I made an appointment with my regular health care provider to discuss what the next step should be. I was very disappointed with the appointment. The Nurse Practitioner basically patted me on the head and told me I’d be pregnant within the year. She gave me a few pills that were supposed to help me start my period and told me not to worry; I have all the time in the world to get pregnant.
In April 2008, I was still waiting to start a new cycle so we can try to get pregnant. I took those pills that my Dr. gave me and have the worst period of my entire life. I actually took a day off of work because I was cramping so badly. I figured it would all be worth it though, if it would help me get pregnant the next month.
A month goes by, and I still haven’t ovulated or had a normal period. June comes and goes and nothing. I go back to the Dr. where they test me for Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. All the tests came back negative. My Dr. told me to go home and relax; I would be pregnant as soon as my body remembered how to ovulate.
During all of this, we hadn’t told anyone we were trying. We had been married a year and apparently the first year is your grace period. No one bothers you about starting a family. All bets are off after the one year mark. At first we would laugh them off and say things like ‘oh, we like our alone time’ or ‘are you crazy? We haven’t been to Europe yet!’ I knew these people didn’t mean anything by it, they didn’t even know that my body wasn’t working right, but it still hurt just the same.
In August, after I had started taking my temperature at the same time every morning to try and catch any sign of ovulation, I could see that I was going to ovulate! I was so excited. 115 days after the period from Hell, my body was finally going to do something. All systems a go! There was just one problem; Jeff was out of town on a business trip! It was like I couldn’t catch a break. Jeff and I were both bummed, but figured that it was a sign of good things to come and now we could really start really trying.
I managed to ovulate every month, but we had decided give our selves a break and stop trying to track things. Let things happen as they would. November was a bust since Jeff had his shoulder surgery and needed to recuperate. I was so sure that we hit the mark in December, and thought it would be great to get a positive test Christmas morning. We were both very disappointed.
It had been a full year since we decided to expand our little family. Jeff and I were both so tired of trying, and it seemed like everyone I knew was either pregnant or had just had their babies. I seriously went to 6 baby showers in that year. That is no exaggeration!
In the meantime I told a handful of people about our problems and they kept telling me to relax, it will happen. I’m sure at one point in my life I have probably said the same thing to a struggling couple. It DOESN’T help. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me. Maybe if I weren’t so worried I would get pregnant just like that! Maybe I just needed a vacation…or maybe something wasn’t working and I couldn’t get anyone to listen to me.
January came and went, but this time I never got my period. I decided to wait it out. I didn’t do anything until April. I made an appointment with a new Dr. who decided to take a more proactive approach. He scheduled me for a Hysterosalpinogram to make sure that my fallopian tubes were clear and there was nothing wrong with my uterus. He told me that there was some pain involved and to pop a couple of ibuprofen before the procedure, so of course when I got home I looked it up online and read all of the horror stories from other women who had had it done. Oh, and I found out that our insurance wouldn’t cover the procedure so I was taking a thousand dollar chance that I actually needed to have this done.
I had the HSG on April 15. It didn’t hurt much, just some cramping. They were able to tell that my reproductive organs were text book perfect and I should have no problems carrying a baby to term.
Since we had tried so long without success, the Dr. decided to write me a prescription for Clomid. It’s a drug that is supposed to help you ovulate. Jeff and I were both feeling unsure about taking this drug, and really felt that we wanted to give it one more try. Two weeks later we found out we were pregnant!
I know that our story isn’t nearly as rough and sad as other couple’s, but it was still a very long journey for us. It was full of heartache and pain and frustration. But it has been worth it because I am not taking a second of this pregnancy for granted.
I know it’s still early but I already love this baby so much and cannot wait to meet s/he and one day tell them how hard their parents tried to bring them into this world and how loved they were before we even met them.
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Baby??? REally?? Congrats!!!!
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