Ok So I honestly don't know where to start this post or why or if I should even write it.. I have read a few posts about infertility and I feel very inspired but when I think about writing my own I get nervous and what not, I am not good with words, I don't like people to know my business and do people really even read my blog, other than the couple people that I know of. :)
Oh well ready or not I guess here I go...
Garet and I just celebrated our 6 year anniversary!!! With being married that long and not having kids, especially being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints aka Mormons or LDS we get the question A LOT of what you're Mormon and you don't have kids? or When are you going to have kids? or all those dumb questions that I HATE!!! I know people don't mean anything by it and I sometimes make the mistake of thinking or asking those same questions.
I always knew it would take me a bit to get pregnant, 2 of my sisters have had miscarriages and I just assumed my experience would be similar.. first mistake.. assume.. we all know what that mean! I had been on birth control for years, I am very irregular and it was keeping me "on track". Anyway, after a couple years Garet and I decided to get off birth control and see what happens and if we get pregnant then great and if not well its only the first year of trying its not a big deal. A year later Garet finished nursing school so we decided to go see an OB/GYN and start clomid. The first pill didn't do anything, the second did nothing as well so he put me on 3 pills, clomid only goes to 5 so being on 3 was a lot of hormone which meant a crazy me. Poor Gar, I had more person alities, hot flashes and mood swings then anyone should have to endure in this lifetime. I was getting positive ovulation's with the 3 pills but still nothing happened. I was doing OPKs (ovulation predictor kit) and taking my temperature which never spiked but I was getting positives on my opks. When the Dr decided.. "well you were supposed to be pregnant by now, we should do testing" (my sister was seeing him but is fertile myrtle and was pregnant) me: "well I am moving next week" him: "oh well when you get a new doctor tell them to do some testing". Gee Thanks!
We move to Fort Rucker Alabama and I wanted to just see what my body would do without the hormones and kind of get settled in and get insurance all figured out. We were on tricare reserve select but now we are on TriCare Prime which means everything you do has to go with your PCM(primary care manager) or get a referral. I heard a lady doctor in Dothan (about an hour away) was great and had worked with a few of my friends so I got a referral to see her. I went in and she did an exam on me and had me do blood work and started me on Femara (like clomid but not so crazy) and Provera to induce a cycle. I went back to see her about my blood work and it turns out I have PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome) and hypothyroidism which I have had for years and been on medication for so that was no news to me but I had never really heard about PCOS. (If you are interested you can google PCOS). After months of Femara not working I got a phone call from my mother in law... her friends husband who they go to church with happens to be a reproductive endocrinologist at BAMC (brooke army medical center) in San Antonio where my in law lives. I got a referral to see him so I saw him and he talked about our options, ovarian drilling, IUI or IVF. He upped my synthroid and did more ultra sounds which are sooo NOT fun especially when your ovaries are larger than normal. We were going to try and get an IUI in but after giving myself shots and me being a "slow grower" it wasn't going to happen.
So we discussed ovarian drilling.. yes it sounds awful but it is where they go in laproscopic through my belly button and 2 incisions above my pelvic bone, they go in and cauterize parts of my ovaries to get rid of some of the cysts and hormones. I scheduled the surgery and bought the tickets for October. Well everything went wrong right before I was supposed to leave... I broke my upper left lateral tooth and was flipping out so I called and got in to get it fixed the next day which happened to be the day before I was to leave for Texas. I got back from the dentist and felt awful.. I was getting sick. I flew to Texas the next day had appointments Thursday, Friday and surgery Monday. I was feeling HORRIBLE!! I went in for the surgery and then they said Oh were sorry we wont put you under anesthesia since you have an upper respiratory infection (they didn't know what was wrong with me yet, I just had an awful cough) so I started crying and ended up paying more money to fly back to Alabama. I ended up having pneumonia.. Oops!! I didn't feel very good about the surgery in October so we rescheduled the surgery.
Ok ok this is dragging.. sorry! December 7th was when I had the surgery. Garet gave me a blessing and I felt SO GOOD about the surgery and the whole time I have felt AMAZING about the surgery. I recovered quickly and I feel great! The percentage that this surgery will get me to function right and hopefully ovulate and get knocked up is 70% which is pretty good. I take Metformin for my PCOS, synthroid and prenatal vitamins. Now is just the waiting game, I feel really good about the timing and how everything has worked out. I still have the normal things that come with not being or getting pregnant. I am still happy about others getting pregnant, it is a true miracle!! Do I cry, feel guilty, ask Why? You bet I do! I know that things will happen in His timing, and I know He knows what I am going through. I am sorry that this post has dragged on and I congratulate you for reading it..lol :) I did not write this for sympathy or anything like that, I have been told having support is the best thing that we can have and if people don't know what were going through how can we have support?! If you have questions or comments I would love to read them but please please please do not be rude. Thank you for all you do for us!! Much love!!
