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In which I get personal.

One of the things you may not know about me yet, is that my husband and I have been trying to conceive for five years now.

Initially it was one thing after another. I was old I was too heavy, I was told I has Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome. I was PUT ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM CRAP’S SAKE.

Eventually, last year, I found the doctor I have now. She figured out, through a D&C, that I had what’s called “Endometrial Hyperplasia with Atypia”. It is a precancerous condition in which the lining of your uterus (or endometrium) doesn’t stop growing and isn’t shed monthly (uh, gross).

This condition plagued me for six months. A daily dose of Megace, and another D&C-where stuff gets scraped, BIG TIME, and I one day got the phone call that I was “all clear”.

When the final script of Magace ran out, I returned to my Dr, and she put me on birth control to regulate me.

Once that was over, I started clomid, a fertility medicine that’s supposed to help a woman ovulate.

My blood test (almost one year from my first appointment with my current GYNO) is supposed to discover whether or not the meds are doing the job.

My hopes and prayers are that they are, and that we can continue on this course until we achieve that five-years-in-waiting goal of pregnancy.

So I am afraid for tomorrow. Not of having my blood drawn. But of the results of said test. Wish me luck ladies and gents. I need it. Because we (Hubster and I) want more than anything to finally be parents.

Thanks for listening.
-c

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