Soon after our November 2013 wedding, Charles and I decided to grow our family. My bestie, bless her, for being the ultimate rockstar by helping me plan my wedding, by being my matron of honor at NINE freaking months and delivered at almost 42 weeks. In her situation, she got off the pill, her husband sneezed at her and BOOM, knocked up. Ok, not really, but she did get pregnant almost immediately. I soon learned, that she is the exception and definitely not the rule.
With my Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, I knew that it was going to be an uphill battle. Timing was a challenge along with there was no guarantee that I’d even ovulate. My Primary Care Provider (PCP) had a plan of attack for this using her methodology. She said that we needed to get my thyroid and insulin levels in check despite the fact that they were on the upper tip of normal range. I had to stop taking my antidepressant which made me an emotional wreck. This definitely didn’t help with the added stress of getting pregnant.
First month - Negative
Second month - Negative
Third month - Negative
After the third month, my PCP said that as I approach months 4-5 if I don’t get pregnant I may have to explore adding fertility medication to increase the chances of ovulating. I know that other doctors have a different approach when it comes to pregnancy and infertility but this was my experience. My doctor was going to get me pregnant.
Fourth month - Negative
I scheduled an appointment with an OBGYN to start the conversation of starting medication. Prior to the appointment, I had to get my blood drawn. I’m now sitting in the stark white patient room waiting to be seen. Then the Nurse Practitioner comes in and says “Well, I’m sure glad to see you today.” Well, that’s a nice way to start a doctor’s appointment.
She then asks me why I’m there to see her and I explain my months of trying to get pregnant. Then she hits me with the news I did not expect to hear.
“You’re pregnant.”