You’re back! So are you ready for the ride? I sure as hell
wasn’t, but I didn’t really have a choice. Ha! I don’t think anyone would want
to go through such a thing. Even if they didn’t want kids, most women want the
option to at least be able to REJECT the idea of having kids, and not be forced
to that decision.
At age 19, (I’m now 29), my OBGYN said to me, you have PCOS.
Meh! At the time I was, “Whatever, I’ll worry about it when I get there.”
Fast-forward now to when I was 23, a couple of months before getting married (I
got married in November of 2007), I went to my OBGYN for my annual check-up and
the conversation of my wedding started. My doctor then asked me if I was
planning to continue on the birth-control (since I had been on it for the PCOS).
I told her that I wasn’t sure, I said that I remembered she had mentioned
something about maybe having some issues trying to get pregnant if my PCOS got
very active, but my fiance and I didn’t want to have kids right away. We left
it at, I would talk to my soon to be husband and see what we decide. So after
discussing it carefully with my fiancé, we decided to not be on birth-control
and see what the future held for us. Little did we know what a ride it would
be.
We got married, had a wonderful large wedding with all of
our loved ones sharing the moment. One month, three months, nine months, fifteen
months went by and nothing. It was weird. I hadn’t got a period for the past 12
months. We had been off birth-control for 15 months and no baby? The worry
started. After I got off the birth-control in November, I had a regular period
for 3 months, and then by the time our second Valentine’s day came around in
2009, I had gone without a period for a whole year! Something was up. I decided
to visit my OBGYN on an irregular visit to discuss my situation a little
further.
She mentioned to me that I should get a pelvic ultrasound
and see what’s going on. So I did. The results came back and she said, “Your
ovaries seem to have a few small cysts. It’s nothing to worry about, but it’s
preventing you from getting a period, which is why you used to be on
birth-control. What I can do is provide you with the beginning stages of
fertility treatments for PCOS Patients, if and only if, you and your husband
are ready to be parents.” My husband and I had already discussed the fact that
we were ready to be parents, therefore, I said sure, and she started me on 500
mg of Metformin (this medication is used for diabetics as well as PCOS
patients) for 3 months. In June, She
then upped the dosage to 1000 mg (2 pills a day) and Provera. This combination
actually got my ovaries working and I had a period for 5 months. A couple of
BFN’s because my period was a little wacky and sometimes they would be late,
but no pregnancy. My OBGYN then increased my Metformin from 1000 mg to 1500 mg
and my Provera continued. We went with it until the last
week of April in 2010.
While on vacation in Mexico City with my family, I got
really sick. Nausea, dizziness, faint-feeling, if I hadn’t had my period a week
and a half earlier, I would have thought I was pregnant without a doubt. My mom
was so adamant about it, though, that she even had me doubting. Could this be
it? Can I really be preggers? So she ran to the pharmacy and got me a couple of
pee sticks, more BFN’s! Blah! Whatever. It’s fine, I probably just ate
something and got me this sick. We came back home and the following day as I’m
getting ready to go to the doctor to see why this nausea and sickness hadn’t
left my system, I fainted coming out of the shower. HOLY SMOKES! Maybe I am
pregnant and I’m just one of those people that never gets a positive test and
needs to get a blood test!! OMG! OMG! OMG! So many thoughts running through my
head. My mom came, drives me to the doctor, and the doctor orders some blood
test. Within hours the results are in and he calls me. Galbladder stones and
another BFN. That’s what was causing my sickness. May 29th comes
around (2010 still!) and I ended up in the emergency room getting my gallbladder
removed. Since I had been sick since the beginning of May the doctor had order
to take me off the Metformin and the Provera until further notice.
Ugh! The freaking frustration. Another hold up! What the
heck? Come on! Seriously?!? Finally, September 2010 my OBGYN gives the ok to
restart the Metformin and Provera. September didn’t work, October didn’t work,
and then November comes along and no period. I freaked out! Another BFN once
again and my “freaked out” mood, is a frustration mood now. I never got my
period for November. It just completely skipped. So my OBGYN is visited once
again and started me on Clomid (in addition to the Metformin and Provera).
Clomid, the miracle pill. That pill that will get a door knob pregnant,
according to resources! OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!! This is it. 2011 will be my year.
We are in the end of 2010. It’s December, and I’m starting CLOMID on 100mg (NOT
50 as they recommend to start on, but 100!!!) Oh my god!!
New year’s eve came along. We were at my uncle’s home
celebrating with family. 11:55pm. Everyone is up and ready, champagne in hang
and our traditional grapes in hand as well. I decide to go to the bathroom
before the big MIDNIGHT CONGRATULATORY HUG. I sit on the toilet, start peeing
and look down… pink/red residue. Ugh! Didn’t work! The Clomid didn’t work, but
that’s fine, at least I got my period this time, right? I leave the restroom,
just in time for the ball to drop on the tv. It’s 2011 now… this will be our
year! I know it will! It has to be! I’m on all the right meds and my OBGYN
(which is no longer my doctor because in 2011 my husband’s new insurance would
kick in and she wasn’t covered by it) got me covered until March with new meds
so that I can have enough time to seek a new OBGYN. And hopefully be pregnant
by then.
2011 was going to be our year…… I just knew it.
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