In 2018 we decided to start tracking periods and using ovulation kits, slowly trying to get things moving. I’m very regular with periods every 28 days, a period that lasts for about 3/4 days, and I ovulate every month. Was never really on a birth control for long periods of time, every once in a while before marriage I was on the Nuvaring (when I remembered). So why is this so hard?
We decided in the beginning of 2019 to make an appointment at my OBGYN to run some blood tests and fill her in on trying to conceive on our own for over a year now. She ran a bunch of hormone panels, sperm analysis, and a Hysterosalpingogram (to make sure my tubes were clear). All tests came back normal. We discussed at the start of my next period to start Clomid which is an oral medication that works by stimulating an increase in the amount of hormones that support the growth and release of a mature egg (ovulation). We left that day with the prescription and a sense of relief that we were on the right track. Well as we all know life has other plans…
5/25/19. Waiting for my period to come so I can start my medication AND I was a day late. I was certain that the HSG I did the previous month somehow screwed up my cycle. No way could I be pregnant on my own. I WAS. I’ll never forget that day, I woke up and couldn’t wait to test. Dave left to work the day shift and as soon as his truck pulled out the driveway I was off. I just didn’t want to tell him because we’ve had sooo many negatives and getting your hopes crushed is painful no matter how many times prior. I remember buying the test and couldn’t even make it home I ran to the nearest bathroom. It was POSITIVE and I found out in Walmart. CLASSY, I know. I always imagined doing a cute video or wrapping a baby outfit, none of that happened. He came home from work and I shoved the test in a shoe box and gave it to him. We were beyond excited, it was finally happening for us. That night we had dinner with my parents and I know you aren’t supposed to tell people that early but we just couldn’t help it. My parents knew everything that we had been through up until then so it only felt right to let them in on our big surprise. That was a great night.
6/1/19- Despite having a great long weekend in Seattle with Dave’s family, I started bleeding. As soon as it started I panicked and jumped online, stupid I know. It seemed that as long as the bleeding was “light” it was normal but the bleeding just progressed. I made an appointment the next day and it turned out during an ultrasound that I was experiencing an ectopic pregnancy.
The Infertility Roller Coaster 