Like so many of you, I have been patiently waiting and scrolling these stories for hope and inspiration and positive thoughts that one day I would be able to share my own story. I even had to stop reading your beautiful stories because I gave up hope at one point.
My story began at age 15 when I started feeling very intense abdominal pain. I was rushed to the ER in the middle of the night, and after some testing and a laparascopy, I was told I had developed a cyst on my right ovary that was crushing and twisting my Fallopian tube and cutting off circulation to the ovary. The ovary and fallopian tube were removed and I went on about life with terrible, heavy periods that lasted almost a week each month. I got married at 22 not caring much about whether or not I could have kids, but knowing that since we weren't using protection, it would likely just happen on its own sooner or later. I always assumed it would take longer, but at age 25, still nothing. By the time my 27th birthday rolled around I was having a period every other week and could barely function because I had gained so much weight. A friend talked me into seeing her OB, he ended up referring me to a reproductive endocrinologist. That RE changed my life! He did all the necessary blood and ultrasound testing to diagnose me with PCOS. I was put on a strict diet (but a fun one I could stick to) 1500 MGs a day of Metformin and 100 MGs a day of spironolactone, as well as birth control. In one year I had dropped 70 pounds, my periods were normal, and I felt like a human again.
My husband and I decided it was time to go off birth control and start trying. Two years later, with not even a pregnancy scare, we were still without child. I went back to the RE in tears. Being ignorant of how much others go through to get pregnant (IUI, IVF) I thought it was the end of the road. He reassured me all would be well and prescribed 100 MGs of Clomid to be taken days 3 - 9 of my cycle. I took it religiously for three months. We missed the mark all three months, only BDing sporadically. I decided at the end of January 2015 that it just wasn't in the cards for us to get pregnant, and after the hot flashes and mood swings on the Clomid, I wasn't sure I could handle any more invasive treatments. My husband and I decided to give it a break for a few months. We bought concert tickets and booked road trips for the spring and summer. In February we decided to make it all about fun, so we went out and drank a lot, hung out with friends, and just generally lived it up. We had sex once around 2/6 and I recall it was very intense and satisfying for me. Valentine's rolled around. We had an amazing day exploring our city. We ate oysters and drank bloody Marys and cuddled. We didn't BD until the next day, so 2/15. I wasn't even tracking ovulation so I have no idea when I ovulated.
Around the 27th I felt some cramping and, with that old sinking feeling, figured Aunt Flo was coming. Cramping continued for two more days. I wiped once that third day and there was some brown discharge so I was sure I was starting. My husband ended up hurting his knee and slicing his hand open in the same week, so that next week was full of a lot of stress, a trip to the ER, and doctor's appointments. Still no period. I remember thinking I just felt off. All the other symptoms I experienced were exactly like PMS, so I won't mention them. The only thing that was different was that I felt calm, but sort of disconnected from everything. I was also extremely tired, like, go home and fall asleep on the couch at 4 PM, wake up at 7:30, eat dinner, and go right back to bed for another 8 hours. Friday morning rolled around, so almost three weeks since the last day we BD'd and I just felt like I needed to take a pregnancy test. My husband was outside drinking coffee and enjoying the morning, so I peed on that stick. The positive line showed up faintly right away, but the control line took FOREVER to show up. I thought it was defective so I sent a picture to my sister who is a labor/delivery nurse and has 3 kids to ask her if I should get another test. She instantly texted back a huge congratulations and then called me crying! Six tests of different brands were all positive. The RE got me in for a blood test that day and called me back to confirm it. HCG levels holding steady. We got to see our tiny precious baby and yolk sac and hear the heartbeat a week later.
I'm now 16 weeks pregnant and beyond excited. I really feel the Clomid stimulated my remaining ovary enough that I just needed to take a month off from planning and controlling everything and let nature work its magic.
Ladies - don't give up! Your struggles will make you a better mom, a more compassionate friend, and a stronger person.