BabyBlessing1
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I tried once to post and I suppose I timed out, so I will try to make this one quicker.
I am 28, and my husband is 29. We have been together 7 years and married for 3.5 years. We have been TTC for 2 years coming up this may.
After 1 year off the pill, and trying on our on, I realized it was not going to work. I called my OBGYN and got the ball rolling with lab work. I started taking Clomid 50 mg in October 2013. I took it again in November and the nurse asked why I didnt have lab work on day 21. So in December, I took it again, with lab work and ultrasounds, close to the correct days because of Christmas and New Year holidays. Turns out, I did not ovulate.
January of 2014, brought new hope and Clomid 100 mg. My fourth month in a row which is rare to receive. For the first time my ultrasound showed follicles the correct size and uterine lining the correct thickness. I was so excited! So was my husband! We had a good week of trying, but several days later, I started my period at work. I was prepared for it, but not emotionally. I had to go to the restroom and cry. I pulled myself togther, dried my eyes and went back to work.
When I called my OBGYN again, I was referred to a Reproducitve Specialist. I knew this would be the next step. It was honestly bitter sweet to make the appointment. I was hopeful something would start working, but also doubtful as I have seen many friends and family members continuously come up empty.
I was fortunate that Wednesday morning, because there had been a Friday morning cancellation. I went by myself, since my husband was getting off work and promised to take many many notes for him. We had a tenative game plan and lab work was drawn with a new baseline ultrasound. Turns out, all those visits with my OBGYN was almost useless due to the nurses being out of the office on all the days I needed blood work and US done.
This past Wednesday I had an HSG. It is an x-ray of the uterus with floroscopy to show blockage of the fallopian tubes. My husband was there making me laugh when I was about to cry, even as I saw tears welling up in his own red eyes. I was so scared. But he held my hand and proved that we were in this together.
I am an nurse, and it was strange being on the other side. I was afraid of how bad it would hurt. I had worked the night before and the office nurse wouldnt give me anything for pain, after saying she had 2 natural childbirths and this HSG was worse for her. Now, want to talk about freaking out?!
So here I am, 28 and feel as if I am planning a talk with our parents about never being able to give them grandchildren or OUR own grandparent's to give them great-grandchildren.
I have resisted social media these past several months because I just cannot handle seeing one more sorority sister or high school class mate, hell, even kindergarden class mate, announce they are expecting their own bundle of joy.
One girl in our close group of friends can just think about another baby and has one. I know this because she is currently incubating #3! We had dinner last week and she said nothing! I should have known when she was drinking water, but honestly she always drinks water.
Dont get me started on the momma's that I feel dont deserve to be one. I eat right, get sleep, exercise and dont smoke or do drugs, and I see pregnant women at dinner puffing away! It was everything I had in me not to walk up to her and give her my two cents.
Sorry about the rant. I look forward to the giving and receiving of encouragment. Wish all of you well in yourcurrent and future endeavors!
I am 28, and my husband is 29. We have been together 7 years and married for 3.5 years. We have been TTC for 2 years coming up this may.
After 1 year off the pill, and trying on our on, I realized it was not going to work. I called my OBGYN and got the ball rolling with lab work. I started taking Clomid 50 mg in October 2013. I took it again in November and the nurse asked why I didnt have lab work on day 21. So in December, I took it again, with lab work and ultrasounds, close to the correct days because of Christmas and New Year holidays. Turns out, I did not ovulate.
January of 2014, brought new hope and Clomid 100 mg. My fourth month in a row which is rare to receive. For the first time my ultrasound showed follicles the correct size and uterine lining the correct thickness. I was so excited! So was my husband! We had a good week of trying, but several days later, I started my period at work. I was prepared for it, but not emotionally. I had to go to the restroom and cry. I pulled myself togther, dried my eyes and went back to work.
When I called my OBGYN again, I was referred to a Reproducitve Specialist. I knew this would be the next step. It was honestly bitter sweet to make the appointment. I was hopeful something would start working, but also doubtful as I have seen many friends and family members continuously come up empty.
I was fortunate that Wednesday morning, because there had been a Friday morning cancellation. I went by myself, since my husband was getting off work and promised to take many many notes for him. We had a tenative game plan and lab work was drawn with a new baseline ultrasound. Turns out, all those visits with my OBGYN was almost useless due to the nurses being out of the office on all the days I needed blood work and US done.
This past Wednesday I had an HSG. It is an x-ray of the uterus with floroscopy to show blockage of the fallopian tubes. My husband was there making me laugh when I was about to cry, even as I saw tears welling up in his own red eyes. I was so scared. But he held my hand and proved that we were in this together.
I am an nurse, and it was strange being on the other side. I was afraid of how bad it would hurt. I had worked the night before and the office nurse wouldnt give me anything for pain, after saying she had 2 natural childbirths and this HSG was worse for her. Now, want to talk about freaking out?!
So here I am, 28 and feel as if I am planning a talk with our parents about never being able to give them grandchildren or OUR own grandparent's to give them great-grandchildren.
I have resisted social media these past several months because I just cannot handle seeing one more sorority sister or high school class mate, hell, even kindergarden class mate, announce they are expecting their own bundle of joy.
One girl in our close group of friends can just think about another baby and has one. I know this because she is currently incubating #3! We had dinner last week and she said nothing! I should have known when she was drinking water, but honestly she always drinks water.
Dont get me started on the momma's that I feel dont deserve to be one. I eat right, get sleep, exercise and dont smoke or do drugs, and I see pregnant women at dinner puffing away! It was everything I had in me not to walk up to her and give her my two cents.
Sorry about the rant. I look forward to the giving and receiving of encouragment. Wish all of you well in yourcurrent and future endeavors!