When I was 21 I was diagnosed with PCOS. My doctor at the time suggested I get going on the baby train soon as it would be difficult to conceive. He was wrong, and part of me wishes he’d been right. I come from a family of obscenely fertile women, and I take after them to a point.
In 2007 I got pregnant for the first time, but it wouldn’t last for long. From 2007 to 2011 I was pregnant a total of 5 times (including an ectopic), and each one ended before I could reach 7 weeks along. To this date, my first pregnancy has remained my most successful. It was a blighted ovum and though nothing progressed beyond 5 weeks along, my body apparently didn’t get the memo and when I had my D & C my body was still convinced it was pregnant. There’s nothing more depressing than feeling pregnant and going through morning sickness for no reason.
As of right now, my husband and myself are in a bit of a holding pattern. We were working with an RE for a while, but to be honest, we weren’t getting anywhere. He seems more focused on getting me pregnant vs. keeping me pregnant. We both had hoped to be ‘young’ parents and have our first child by now, but obviously that’s not the way it has worked out.
This blog is here for therapeutic reasons and will most likely offend people, but that’s your problem, not mine!