I never imagined that it would take me until I was 35 to meet my soul mate. But that is how things happened. We dated long-distance for over a year and got married and then decided to give ourselves a little time of just “us.” Because I figured that once we started trying to get pregnant it would not take that long. I don’t smoke, don’t drink, have tried to eat somewhat healthy, I could stand to lose a few pounds, but that shouldn’t cause any problems. After all there are a lot of women out there who do smoke, drink, are overweight that seem to get pregnant with ease. Boy was I wrong!
6 months of trying on our own and nothing! Well, I shouldn’t say nothing….AF started playing tricks on me! I was ALWAYS regular, if I happened to be late at all it was a day, but I was typically 26 days. Then a month before we “officially” started trying I was late. Could this be it? I had that rush of feelings come over me. Nervousness – were we really ready? Excitement – wow, we weren’t even “officially” trying yet. Then I decided to test. Now I went right for the digital tests. I didn’t want to take any chances of reading those lines wrong. And to my utter disappointment those words almost screamed back at me “Not Pregnant.” How was that possible? I was 3 days late!!! Guess Mother Nature just wanted to have a good ol’ laugh at my expense.
So this went on for about 6 more months. After all, if you are over 35 you are supposed to give it 6 months before calling the doctor. I always try to follow rules, if not, there would be chaos! Yeah right! Well, Mother Nature teased me a few more times during those 6 months and I was NOT happy about it. I tried my best to “plan” our trysts around when I might be ovulating by doing those over-the–counter ovulation tests, even going so far as to prop my legs up after…just an FYI…that doesn’t really help and just makes you look silly. But nothing worked.
So we both decided to get tested. I had blood work done and my husband gave a sample. It appeared as though I did not ovulate every month. Husband tested fine. We were told it was not hopeless so we were happy about that. The doctor put me on clomid with timed intercourse. Now this is when things start to become really sexy! (please note the sarcasm in my tone) Basically the doctor was telling me to take 1 pill a day for 5 days then pee on a stick to see when I was going to ovulate and have sex. Let the romance begin!!!
Well, after 7 rounds of clomid and not one single positive pregnancy test, the OB/GYN referred us to a specialist. More tests. It took over a month to go through all the testing and then at the end of the 2nd month I had to have laparoscopic surgery so the doctor could take a look at my insides to make his final diagnosis. He suspected that my tubes were blocked and he was able to see that I had a ton of scar tissue around my tubes. Not sure what it was from but he said he had never seen so much! Lucky me! 😦 So he told us the bad news. The right tube was blocked and the left one looked ok. So we had a few options and again it was not hopeless.
We tried our luck at IUI (intra-uterine insemination) with clomid. In a nutshell, those did not work. At this point I had stopped taking the over-the-counter-pee-on-a-stick pregnancy test. It just got too difficult to see those words “Not Pregnant”. I vowed that I would never take another one until the doctor told me I was pregnant or until I started showing…just to see “pregnant!”
Oh and after the 3rd failed IUI, we decided to do one more IUI but would use injectable medications this time. It would let us know how my body responds to those types of medications so that if we had to go to IVF we would have a clue about things. Well, we never got to do that cycle.
I had an unusually long cycle after the 3rd failed IUI and had to take medication to start my period. Well, it finally started and the cramps came. I took something for the pain and used a heating pad and the pain would not go away. It actually got worse. I called the doctor’s office and they told me to go to the ER. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in all my life! At one point, on the way to the hospital I could feel me start to pass out from the pain. So I bent over and was able to get enough blood flow to the head to stop that, but the pain was unbearable. I remember telling my husband, who was driving, that I didn’t want to die. Looking back at that I feel horrible for even saying that, but the pain was so bad. They gave me something for the pain (a lovely shot in the ass!) and I was much better. After several hours of waiting and several tests, they told me that I most likely had an ovarian cyst that had ruptured. I never want to have to go through that again! So we decided to skip the 4th IUI and go right for the IVF.
Which sort of brings you up to speed. It appears as though I have written quite a lot already. As I am new to the blog world, this may be too much for one blog. So I will end your suffering now and continue my story tomorrow. Thanks for reading.