Normal people, feel free to skip over this part… and by “normal,” I of course mean fertile.
1981: Nine months, and 3,000 miles apart — Mike & I are born, and we are both adorable.
1996: I’m diagnosed with PCOS at 15, when a small cyst ruptures. I’m prescribed birth control pills, and I resist the urge to be a giant slut (at least until college).
2008: We meet, and fall in love.
2009: We get married (and immediately start trying to get pregnant).
2010: After months of no luck, I meet with my OB/GYN who puts me on Metformin in an attempt to jumpstart ovulation. I learn the hard way that taking Metformin, and eating any sugar will result in almost pooping your pants.
Aug. 2011: We decide to meet with a Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE). After a barrage of tests, it’s determined that I have a beautiful uterus, Mike’s swimmers are strong, and our only issue is I don’t ovulate regularly, and I have some clotting issues. The plan is to make me ovulate, get me pregnant, and then try to avoid clots with daily injections of Lovenox (blood thinner) once I am.
Sept. — Dec. 2011: Two TI/clomid cycles are unsuccessful, and a third is canceled when I stop responding to the clomid.
Jan. 2012: First IUI cycle, with injectable hormones is unsuccessful. No one warns me about progesterone suppositories, and how gross they are.
Mar. 2012: Second IUI cycle, with injectable hormones is also unsuccessful.
May 2012: First round of IVF. We (and by we, I mean me) got 21 eggs, almost all fertilized. We transfered one, and four day-five blastocysts were frozen. And it worked! We were pregnant! But, then we miscarried at five weeks.
July 2012: We take a mini-break, and go to the Happiest Place on Earth to cheer ourselves up.
Sept. 2012: Second round of IVF. We decided to do another fresh cycle to maximize our insurance coverage, and this time we got 33 eggs, and again almost all fertilized. We transfered one again, and this time nine day-five blastocysts were frozen, giving us a total of 13 on ice. And can you believe it?! It worked again! Until I miscarried again, this time at six weeks.
Oct — Dec. 2012: We go in for additional genetic testing, and thankfully everything is normal. Our RE recommends I start the Lovenox earlier, in conjunction with the hormone injections for our next cycle. I consult with a new Hematologist (who helped my cousin carry two pregnancies to term) and he agrees, and also tells me to start taking a daily Baby Aspirin.
Jan. 2013: IVF #3, this time a Frozen Embryo Transfer (FET) is scheduled for mid-February, so Estrogen and Lovenox injections have already started, and Progesterone is soon to follow in early February.
Feb. 12, 2013: Transfer two day-5 blastocysts into my beautiful uterus, and wait and wait and wait to see what happens. Positive blood test two weeks later! Normal sonograms! There’s only one baby in there! (We breathe a small sigh of relief) and I’m due on Halloween!
Summer 2013: We find out we’re having a BOY!
Oct. 2013: We have a handsome and healthy baby boy, via emergency c-section. He proceeds to grow like a weed, and time immediately starts flying.
2016: We decide to try again.