J_Lynn
My daughter, my miracle
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Hey ladies. I've been lurking for a long while and haven't posted. But, I figure now that I am getting back to my depression about TTC I better start getting back with the support I need 
My daughter is 15 months old; we went through countless hoops to have her. And my doctor is still surprised even how I got pregnant because that cycle did not happen like it should have. So, anyway, we are back at it. I have been going on my femera, trigger shots, metformin, progesterone, and a low dose steroid cycle to try and stimulate my ovaries. I have nothing each month on the ultrasounds except for about 18 follies. ...thanks, PCOS. *sigh*
Next Tuesday I am going in for an Ovarian Wedge Resection. I am scared to death, but at the same time I am excited. My body is no longer responding to any of my medication at all - so this is my last chance.
It's just so damn frustrating. And then my friend, who I love dearly, she's my daughters God-mother even, is pregnant again. This will be their 7th. (She has twin daughters, who are adopted - then they have a daughter who was born sleeping, and they have 3 daughters -- and a baby boy due in October)
So that doesn't help matters any more. They're amazing people and I am so so so so so so so so happy for her. But I know I am going to be a jealous ball of emotions when he's born.
I hate my ovaries. I swear I do.
My daughter is 15 months old; we went through countless hoops to have her. And my doctor is still surprised even how I got pregnant because that cycle did not happen like it should have. So, anyway, we are back at it. I have been going on my femera, trigger shots, metformin, progesterone, and a low dose steroid cycle to try and stimulate my ovaries. I have nothing each month on the ultrasounds except for about 18 follies. ...thanks, PCOS. *sigh*
Next Tuesday I am going in for an Ovarian Wedge Resection. I am scared to death, but at the same time I am excited. My body is no longer responding to any of my medication at all - so this is my last chance.
It's just so damn frustrating. And then my friend, who I love dearly, she's my daughters God-mother even, is pregnant again. This will be their 7th. (She has twin daughters, who are adopted - then they have a daughter who was born sleeping, and they have 3 daughters -- and a baby boy due in October)
So that doesn't help matters any more. They're amazing people and I am so so so so so so so so happy for her. But I know I am going to be a jealous ball of emotions when he's born.
I hate my ovaries. I swear I do.
