I was born in Canada almost 34 years ago. I grew up being a very active kid. I was into all kinds of sports and was a lifeguard/swimming instructor for the last three years of my life as a teenager.
I moved away from home to a big city at the age of 18 and started working at a major bank. I spent the next 10 years of my life dedicated to the company and worked my butt off. I was promoted several times throughout the years and ended up in management. Then I decided to make a change...I quit and started to search for a new career.
Instead of finding a new career, I found my husband. Guess where? That's right, on the internet. I am officially an internet geek...lol I met him in the first chat room I ever went into. I remember going into the chat room out of curiosity to see what everyone could possibly have to talk about. From that moment on, I got sucked into the void of no return. There he was...the most popular guy in the room...I just had to have him for my own...lmao Just kidding, it wasn't quite like that, but sorta. Anyway, long story short...We chatted for 2 1/2 years using webcam and mics. Then we met in real life. He's from Australia and I wasn't! But I decided to take the big leap to the other side of the world and just get it over with. We needed to meet in real life or I was wasting my time!...lol I flew to Australia and it didn't take long for us to decide that we didn't want to be apart anymore.
We got married just over 10 months later. We've been married now for just over 2 years and it's been the happiest 2 years of my life. Since the day we got married we have been trying to get pregnant. Well, it's more like we weren't trying not to get pregnant. If you know what I mean? Anyway, it wasn't until a year ago that we finally gave up trying on our own and sought advice from a fertility specialist.What did he say? "We'll have you pregnant in no time". LIAR!!! Sorry, I digress. He was positive and seemed to think that it wouldn't take very long to get me pregnant. We did all the tests we needed to do and it came down to this...
My husband’s sperm analysis was normal. I, on the other hand, wasn't. I was basically "infertile"...Gawd I hate that word. Anyway, I have Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome. I was diagnosed when I was 19. At the time I didn't worry about it because, of course, I wasn't trying to get pregnant.
Anyway, fast forward to today. We have gone through 6 unsuccessful ovulation induction cycles. The first three were on clomid. The last three were on puregon. I hate needles, but it seems that women who are desperate do anything to get what they want. So, I jabbed myself with a needle, over and over and over again. To no avail.
My last visit with the Reproductive Endocrinologist ended in her telling me that if we want to get pregnant, we'll have to resort to IVF. Blah. I never thought it would get to this. My sister has to do IVF if she wants a baby but it's because her husband had testicular cancer when he was in high school. I have to have IVF, because I am a dud. :(
We decided that it was time to take matters into our own hands again for awhile. Three months to be precise. We are both on a diet and exercise program. I have done some research and apparently the chances of someone with PCOS conceiving is greatly increased if they lose at least 7% of their body fat. Soooooooooo, that's what I'm trying to do. So far, so good. I've lost4%...only 3% to go.
In the meantime...I've still been taking my temperature everyday and charting the status of my cervical fluid and checking the position of my cervix and baby dancing during the fertile window in my cycle and everything else that goes along with trying to get pregnant. This because, if by some miracle, I can get pregnant on my own, I'm going to try my damndest while I can. If by the time June rolls around and I don't happen to be pregnant...IVF, here we come!
Phew...that was longer than I thought it would be. Oh well, you gotta start somewhere, huh? Here we goooooooooooooo...
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...and you are NOT a DUD!
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