Panic attacks, anxiety, tears, screams, weight gain, hot flashes, psychotic episodes (yes, true statement) are all things I've had to deal with, along with my family, the past few months while on Clomid. This drug is absolutely awful! I've done a ton of research and although some women don't experience any side effects or just a couple, it seems I've experienced every possible one! This is going to be my last month on it, which brings me to our next news.
Aaron and I have decided to go through with the IUI this month. I've been so indecisive about it for the past couple months...going back and forth on whether it is something I wanted to do or not. Finally, Aaron spoke for me. He told me the truth that deep down I knew, but just didn't want to face. We both agreed that at this point, it is really the next step for us. Never in our wildest dreams did we think it'd come to this, but life is unpredictable and "un-perfect."
Not that the anticipation of having an IUI this week is enough, but Aaron will be finding out if he'll be asked back next year at his current teaching position. He has an evaluation today, which is the final determining factor if the Merced County Office of Education will hand him a contract for the next school year or a pink slip. I guess it wouldn't even be a pink slip, since there wouldn't be a "chance" that he will be asked back. That would be it...hook, line and sinker. Needless to say, we are on pins and needles.
There are some moments where we both feel confident about the events of this week. Aaron sometimes has a hop to his step, a twinkle to his smile and a tone to his voice, like he's got it in the bag. I mean, why wouldn't they ask him to come back? They aren't combining classrooms, they aren't eliminating the position...if he was let go, someone would be replacing him. And why would they replace the teacher that all of the students have gained to trust? A teacher that the parents have expressed time and time again that their kids love. A teacher that is professional and has a great working relationship with all his superiors and equals. See, there I go again...being confident on his behalf! But the truth of the reality is that he MAY not be asked back, and with the teacher market being the way it is, finding another teaching job may be near impossible.
And as far as the IUI goes, I've broken down in nervousness and fright, but hide it through a hopeful optimism. I cannot allow nerves and fear to take control of my body. I need to remain optimistic because I truly believe that stress has such a negative effect on one's body. The chances of the IUI working aren't that great...roughly 20-25%...but "it can be done, it will be done, it shall be done," in the words of my verbose husband.
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Worrying is the Opposite of Having Faith
Sometimes I have to slap myself silly with how much I worry. I'm a natural-born worry wart. Even after God proves to me that He is in control of my life, I still worry. But living a Christian life is not about living a life full of worry or fear, it's about living a life of faith and hope.
Even so, I was worried all weekend because I had been testing with OPKs since last Monday (cycle day 10), which is what my doctor instructed, but all of my tests kept coming back negative, meaning there was no LH surge, which occurs directly before ovulating. I was starting to worry that maybe my doctor may be right to think the cause of my infertility was due to lack of ovulation. After Friday passed (cycle day 14), which is mid-cycle, the worrying kicked in, especially since my cycles are typically like clockwork (28 days). I tried to remain faithfully optimistic that God would provide, but I struggled.
However, this morning, I got a positive ovulation predictor test!!! I immediately called my doctor and she performed a sonogram first thing this morning. My doctor said the Clomid must've delayed ovulation, which apparently is a frequent side effect. Talk about relief! As for my sonogram, she first checked the follicles on my right side, and the biggest ones were only 1 mm, which is not nearly big enough for ovulation (2 mm or more is necessary). I felt a tug of worry and fear. What if I wasn't ovulating properly? What if the follicles were not big enough?
So, my doctor then checked my left side and even before she told me, I knew the good news! Usually I can't decipher anything on the screen, but I immediately saw this massive circle. The follicle measured to be 3 mm, which she said means there was hyperstimulation of my ovaries, which is also a side effect of Clomid. No wonder I was having such awful pains! She then progressed to check if there was fluid behind my uterus (remember me telling you that it's a sign that ovulation has recently occurred?). Well, sure enough, there was fluid! So, she predicts that I'm ovulating TWICE this month (thanks to the Clomid), meaning I'm releasing two eggs! And yes, you guessed it, that means there would be a chance of having twins. I just pray one of those eggs fertilizes. She told me to get home and get busy, and as you can imagine, I blushed when she told me that.
On another note, this Spring California weather is absolutely wonderful. Ella and I spend most of our afternoons together outdoors. It's hard not to when it's just so perfect outside! With the sunshine and cool breeze, I can't help but feel an overwhelming presence of God. Sometimes I find myself closing my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air and thanking God for the gift of today, the power of now, the beauty of the present. We recently bought 4 Queen Palms for our backyard, and once those are all planted, it'll be even nicer to hang out in our work-in-progress backyard. I'm looking forward to warmer weather, longer days and evening BBQs!
However, this morning, I got a positive ovulation predictor test!!! I immediately called my doctor and she performed a sonogram first thing this morning. My doctor said the Clomid must've delayed ovulation, which apparently is a frequent side effect. Talk about relief! As for my sonogram, she first checked the follicles on my right side, and the biggest ones were only 1 mm, which is not nearly big enough for ovulation (2 mm or more is necessary). I felt a tug of worry and fear. What if I wasn't ovulating properly? What if the follicles were not big enough?
So, my doctor then checked my left side and even before she told me, I knew the good news! Usually I can't decipher anything on the screen, but I immediately saw this massive circle. The follicle measured to be 3 mm, which she said means there was hyperstimulation of my ovaries, which is also a side effect of Clomid. No wonder I was having such awful pains! She then progressed to check if there was fluid behind my uterus (remember me telling you that it's a sign that ovulation has recently occurred?). Well, sure enough, there was fluid! So, she predicts that I'm ovulating TWICE this month (thanks to the Clomid), meaning I'm releasing two eggs! And yes, you guessed it, that means there would be a chance of having twins. I just pray one of those eggs fertilizes. She told me to get home and get busy, and as you can imagine, I blushed when she told me that.
On another note, this Spring California weather is absolutely wonderful. Ella and I spend most of our afternoons together outdoors. It's hard not to when it's just so perfect outside! With the sunshine and cool breeze, I can't help but feel an overwhelming presence of God. Sometimes I find myself closing my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air and thanking God for the gift of today, the power of now, the beauty of the present. We recently bought 4 Queen Palms for our backyard, and once those are all planted, it'll be even nicer to hang out in our work-in-progress backyard. I'm looking forward to warmer weather, longer days and evening BBQs!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Riding A Rollercoaster
Clomid is awful! Lucky are the women who get pregnant without having to resort to this fertility drug. My moods are up and down, left and right, backwards and forwards. And who gets the brunt of my craziness? Yes, you guessed it...Aaron and Ella. Aaron understands what I'm going through so I don't have to explain my "behavior" to him. In fact, he read the side effects of this drug, and naming a few are anxiety, depression and psychosis (yes, it does in fact say "psychosis"). When Aaron read that, he jokingly reassured me that he is forgiving me in advance for my psychotic episodes. Haha!
But Ella...poor little Ella. She understands simplicities, like, "Mommy is happy" or "Mommy is sad" without much consideration as to why I am feeling those emotions. I cannot talk to her and help her understand why I'm feeling the way I am. Imagine how that would go! "Mommy is taking a drug that makes her crazy, but Mommy loves you very much." Haha! So, without the ability to verbally convey to her what I'm going through, I simply have to try my hardest to not let my emotions get the best of me and inadvertently affect Ella. So, I provide her with my unending and unconditional love, compassion, attention and pride. Even if the world was ending (and sometimes, this drug makes me feel that way), my role as her Mommy will never be forgotten or forsaken. But being the empathetic, sympathetic little girl that she is, she is so in tune with my behavior. Even with a smile on my face and enthusiasm in my voice, she reads my emotions, and more often than I ever wanted to ever hear, she asks, "Mommy, are you okay?"
For awhile now I have felt a loss of control. Becoming pregnant is not something that can be controlled. Even when a couple decides they are ready, the timing of when they actually conceive could be months or years past that point. Aaron has always told me this is something I cannot control, but I just laughed at him, thinking he just didn't know how determined and focused I was to make sure this did happen. But, as I've learned, the only constant in all of this is God. He is weighing quite heavily on my heart to let go of my hold on my life and let Him do for me as He already has planned. After all, why should I fret when God is leading my life? "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." (Jeremiah 29:11).
While on this fertility drug, though, I'm struggling with a loss of control of my emotions. I cry easily, anger easily and my anxiety level is through the roof. It's ridiculous how hormone treatment can really mess with not only a woman's body but her mental and emotional state as well. I feel like a walking bomb, ready to release my held back tears, ready to explode into a rampant rage. Praying helps me a lot. Taking deep breaths and hearing my mom's voice saying, "This too shall pass," brings peace back to my heart and mind, blocking out my "psychotic episodes." (Thank you, Honey!).
My dad gave me a card! It reads:
"I want to let you know you're in my prayers...I imagine you may be overwhelmed because you've been dealing with so much lately, and maybe you're wondering (as I've wondered at times in my life) how things are ever going to work out. And I just wanted to remind you that although life brings many changes, God's love for us remains constant. He's always there, guiding us through decisions and helping us do the hard things...always restoring in us a sense of hope and peace, no matter what we're facing. And the most beautiful thing about God is that the more we need Him the closer He is...that's how I know He is especially close to you now." (Tarye Morrow).
Those were the exact words I needed to hear. Thank you, Dad. Thank you, God!
Update:
I did not go in for a sonogram on Friday. I've been using the at-home ovulation predictor kits and it doesn't show that I'm ovulating yet. I called my doctor and she told me not to schedule the sonogram until I get a positive ovulation test. This is concerning for me. Either I'm ovulating late, which may very well be the case, or the doctor is right and I'm not ovulating at all. Clomid is supposed to help induce ovulation, so I'm hoping I'm just late. I guess time will tell...
But Ella...poor little Ella. She understands simplicities, like, "Mommy is happy" or "Mommy is sad" without much consideration as to why I am feeling those emotions. I cannot talk to her and help her understand why I'm feeling the way I am. Imagine how that would go! "Mommy is taking a drug that makes her crazy, but Mommy loves you very much." Haha! So, without the ability to verbally convey to her what I'm going through, I simply have to try my hardest to not let my emotions get the best of me and inadvertently affect Ella. So, I provide her with my unending and unconditional love, compassion, attention and pride. Even if the world was ending (and sometimes, this drug makes me feel that way), my role as her Mommy will never be forgotten or forsaken. But being the empathetic, sympathetic little girl that she is, she is so in tune with my behavior. Even with a smile on my face and enthusiasm in my voice, she reads my emotions, and more often than I ever wanted to ever hear, she asks, "Mommy, are you okay?"
While on this fertility drug, though, I'm struggling with a loss of control of my emotions. I cry easily, anger easily and my anxiety level is through the roof. It's ridiculous how hormone treatment can really mess with not only a woman's body but her mental and emotional state as well. I feel like a walking bomb, ready to release my held back tears, ready to explode into a rampant rage. Praying helps me a lot. Taking deep breaths and hearing my mom's voice saying, "This too shall pass," brings peace back to my heart and mind, blocking out my "psychotic episodes." (Thank you, Honey!).
"I want to let you know you're in my prayers...I imagine you may be overwhelmed because you've been dealing with so much lately, and maybe you're wondering (as I've wondered at times in my life) how things are ever going to work out. And I just wanted to remind you that although life brings many changes, God's love for us remains constant. He's always there, guiding us through decisions and helping us do the hard things...always restoring in us a sense of hope and peace, no matter what we're facing. And the most beautiful thing about God is that the more we need Him the closer He is...that's how I know He is especially close to you now." (Tarye Morrow).
Those were the exact words I needed to hear. Thank you, Dad. Thank you, God!
Update:
I did not go in for a sonogram on Friday. I've been using the at-home ovulation predictor kits and it doesn't show that I'm ovulating yet. I called my doctor and she told me not to schedule the sonogram until I get a positive ovulation test. This is concerning for me. Either I'm ovulating late, which may very well be the case, or the doctor is right and I'm not ovulating at all. Clomid is supposed to help induce ovulation, so I'm hoping I'm just late. I guess time will tell...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Through the Lens of a Camera
In my experience, when going through a difficult time, such as infertility, three things are necessary.
1. Faith. "You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith." (Mary Manin Morrissey). Although fearful about my uncertain child-bearing future, I cannot let that fear shadow my faith. I cannot allow myself to believe that God's timing and provision are anything less than perfect.
2. Family. Aaron, Ella, Sister, Mom, Dad, Janice...along with my close friends (you know who you are) and this new support group I have established through this blog. You have all given me hugs, wiped my tears, lifted my spirits, faithfully prayed and lent me your ears and time through all of this. Thank you.
3. Keeping Busy. I need to preoccupy my mind and time with something other than getting pregnant. Ella is my #1 distraction, naturally, but I sometimes feel that I need to do something for ME. Do something with my time that I thoroughly enjoy that I can engross myself in. I've managed to keep busy with my many projects around the house. Painting this, organizing that, rearranging...well...every room. And although organizing things is surprisingly therapeutic for me (yeah, I know, I'm weird), I'm yearning to get back into scrapbooking.
Aaron and I have managed to accumulate 45,000 pictures over the last 5 years we've been together. Yes, that't not a typo, we have actually taken a combined total of over 45,000 pictures!!! I can't speak for Aaron, who has always been passionate about photography, but my main love emerged after having Ella. I don't know if it is necessarily my love of taking pictures or it's my love of being able to digitally capture Ella's life. Either way, with that many pictures to choose from, I'm pretty sure this endeavor will keep me quite busy. I'm excited to get started!
Quick Update:
I'm going to have a sonogram done tomorrow. Now that I'm on Clomid, my doctor wants to see how well I'm ovulating, which somehow, she can decipher through the popcorn on the screen. Someday (soon!) I pray I will get to have a sonogram done that will clearly show the image of a growing baby. Oh, I can't wait for that day! I yearn for that day...
1. Faith. "You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith." (Mary Manin Morrissey). Although fearful about my uncertain child-bearing future, I cannot let that fear shadow my faith. I cannot allow myself to believe that God's timing and provision are anything less than perfect.
2. Family. Aaron, Ella, Sister, Mom, Dad, Janice...along with my close friends (you know who you are) and this new support group I have established through this blog. You have all given me hugs, wiped my tears, lifted my spirits, faithfully prayed and lent me your ears and time through all of this. Thank you.
3. Keeping Busy. I need to preoccupy my mind and time with something other than getting pregnant. Ella is my #1 distraction, naturally, but I sometimes feel that I need to do something for ME. Do something with my time that I thoroughly enjoy that I can engross myself in. I've managed to keep busy with my many projects around the house. Painting this, organizing that, rearranging...well...every room. And although organizing things is surprisingly therapeutic for me (yeah, I know, I'm weird), I'm yearning to get back into scrapbooking.
Aaron and I have managed to accumulate 45,000 pictures over the last 5 years we've been together. Yes, that't not a typo, we have actually taken a combined total of over 45,000 pictures!!! I can't speak for Aaron, who has always been passionate about photography, but my main love emerged after having Ella. I don't know if it is necessarily my love of taking pictures or it's my love of being able to digitally capture Ella's life. Either way, with that many pictures to choose from, I'm pretty sure this endeavor will keep me quite busy. I'm excited to get started!
Quick Update:
I'm going to have a sonogram done tomorrow. Now that I'm on Clomid, my doctor wants to see how well I'm ovulating, which somehow, she can decipher through the popcorn on the screen. Someday (soon!) I pray I will get to have a sonogram done that will clearly show the image of a growing baby. Oh, I can't wait for that day! I yearn for that day...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
1 Step Forward, 2 Steps Back
Since Aaron and I have started trying to conceive our second child, I can count on more than 2 hands the amount of my friends who have told me that they are trying to conceive who have then gone on to say the three magic words, "I am pregnant." Some more quicker than others, but all quicker than me.
My really good friend found out she is pregnant today, and this one hit me hard. Even though I'm happy for her (she, too, had infertility complications), my heart sinks. I write in my posts about how I'm going to keep the faith and remain hopeful, but yet the harder I try to see the glass as half full, the deeper I fall into this funk that I can't shake off.
So, with the news of my friend's pregnancy and this Clomid messing with my emotions, you could say I'm pretty emotional today. Haha, this reminds me of the quote from Anchorman, when Will Ferrell's character yells out, "I'm in a glass cage of emotion!" That is how I feel (minus the comical part).
I pray God will change my heart and help me surrender myself to His perfect timing.
I pray God will continue to provide me strength.
After I hit the year mark of trying to conceive, I really didn't think I'd find the strength to continue. I didn't think I had any hope left to spare. But here I am, 6 months later, and I'm still hanging in there. But really, what is my other option? Give up??? I DON'T THINK SO!!! The potential joy of having another child outweighs all the disappointment I've endured...times a million.
Okay, change of topics. My commitment to maintaining a healthier lifestyle is going really well. I had hoped to redirect some of my attention of getting pregnant to focusing on being a healthier person, spiritually, mentally and physically. Overall, and (even though some of my blog posts may show otherwise), I have been spending less time thinking about getting pregnant. I know, shocked, right? I'm feeling healthier and more confident about myself and the future. Even though it's only been the first week of this transformation, I'm willfully determined to continue. And, hey, I've been told time and time again that once I stop stressing about getting pregnant and just "go with the flow," that I'll get pregnant. Well, lets see if it happens!
My really good friend found out she is pregnant today, and this one hit me hard. Even though I'm happy for her (she, too, had infertility complications), my heart sinks. I write in my posts about how I'm going to keep the faith and remain hopeful, but yet the harder I try to see the glass as half full, the deeper I fall into this funk that I can't shake off.
So, with the news of my friend's pregnancy and this Clomid messing with my emotions, you could say I'm pretty emotional today. Haha, this reminds me of the quote from Anchorman, when Will Ferrell's character yells out, "I'm in a glass cage of emotion!" That is how I feel (minus the comical part).
I pray God will change my heart and help me surrender myself to His perfect timing.
I pray God will continue to provide me strength.
After I hit the year mark of trying to conceive, I really didn't think I'd find the strength to continue. I didn't think I had any hope left to spare. But here I am, 6 months later, and I'm still hanging in there. But really, what is my other option? Give up??? I DON'T THINK SO!!! The potential joy of having another child outweighs all the disappointment I've endured...times a million.
Okay, change of topics. My commitment to maintaining a healthier lifestyle is going really well. I had hoped to redirect some of my attention of getting pregnant to focusing on being a healthier person, spiritually, mentally and physically. Overall, and (even though some of my blog posts may show otherwise), I have been spending less time thinking about getting pregnant. I know, shocked, right? I'm feeling healthier and more confident about myself and the future. Even though it's only been the first week of this transformation, I'm willfully determined to continue. And, hey, I've been told time and time again that once I stop stressing about getting pregnant and just "go with the flow," that I'll get pregnant. Well, lets see if it happens!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Keep On Keeping On
Well, I had another doctor's appointment today. The girls over at OB-GYN Associates of Turlock are really getting to know me.
This appointment was to go over my hysterosalpingogram and sonogram results. I had already received the results via phone, but I wanted to talk to my doctor in person, and to discuss my next step. Both results came back pretty good. My tubes are not clogged (huge relief!), but my doctor is concerned that I'm not ovulating enough each month or that I'm not ovulating at all each month. My sonogram was supposed to be scheduled around the time that I ovulated, but of course, I ovulated earlier last month (just my luck). The images showed that there was no fluid behind my uterus (for you boys reading this blog, sorry for all this "woman terminology"). What does that mean? Well, usually, a couple days after ovulation, there is fluid behind the uterus, and the fact that there was no fluid triggered my doctor to think I may not be ovulating. Oh joy...NOT!
So, my doctor gave me two options:
Option #1:
To have a laparoscopy done to determine if I have endometriosis. She is concerned I might have this condition based on pains I have. She said being on any form of birth control and being pregnant makes this condition dormant (due to the change in hormone levels), and because I was on the pill right before I got pregnant with Ella and then had the Mirena IUD right after I had Ella, she thinks it isn't until now that this condition is becoming "active." Fun, right?
Or...
Option #2:
Take Clomiphene (a.k.a. Clomid), again, to help induce ovulation. You may wonder why on earth I would take this drug again, especially since it didn't work the first time? My doctor thinks it is more likely that I'm not ovulating well than for me to have endometriosis. She also said with this round of Clomid, she would like me to have a sonogram performed exactly when I'm ovulating (make a same-day emergency appointment in order to do s0) to make sure that I am ovulating. If my sonogram shows that I'm ovulating just fine and a couple months pass with no pregnancy, she wants Aaron and I to consider an IUI (intra-uteruine insemination). I haven't thought that far in advance, but I pray it doesn't come to having to make the decision to go forward with that or not.
So, needless to say, I will be going back on Clomid (starting today, once the prescription is ready to pick up). I can honestly say I ABSOLUTELY cannot stand the way this drug makes me feel, though, so although I'm looking forward to this next step in my journey to conceive, I am NOT looking forward to becoming the emotional, irritable, crazy woman I once was (and yes, Aaron can vouch for this).
So, if my blogs start becoming angry, sad or depressing, that is why. Haha! Just kidding (but seriously).
I also want to take this opportunity to thank EVERYONE for the positive feedback and words of encouragement I have been receiving. Gosh, I can't tell you all how much it means to me. Starting this blog was going to serve as a necessary outlet for me to talk about my feelings and thoughts that are otherwise so hard to communicate, and I'm glad that you all have received my openness about such a private issue with such a positivity, encouragement and open-mindedness. You are all amazing people in my life and your comments mean more to me than you know. You are all a part in the support system I so drastically need. So...thank you! I'm smiling.
This appointment was to go over my hysterosalpingogram and sonogram results. I had already received the results via phone, but I wanted to talk to my doctor in person, and to discuss my next step. Both results came back pretty good. My tubes are not clogged (huge relief!), but my doctor is concerned that I'm not ovulating enough each month or that I'm not ovulating at all each month. My sonogram was supposed to be scheduled around the time that I ovulated, but of course, I ovulated earlier last month (just my luck). The images showed that there was no fluid behind my uterus (for you boys reading this blog, sorry for all this "woman terminology"). What does that mean? Well, usually, a couple days after ovulation, there is fluid behind the uterus, and the fact that there was no fluid triggered my doctor to think I may not be ovulating. Oh joy...NOT!
So, my doctor gave me two options:
Option #1:
To have a laparoscopy done to determine if I have endometriosis. She is concerned I might have this condition based on pains I have. She said being on any form of birth control and being pregnant makes this condition dormant (due to the change in hormone levels), and because I was on the pill right before I got pregnant with Ella and then had the Mirena IUD right after I had Ella, she thinks it isn't until now that this condition is becoming "active." Fun, right?
Or...
Option #2:
Take Clomiphene (a.k.a. Clomid), again, to help induce ovulation. You may wonder why on earth I would take this drug again, especially since it didn't work the first time? My doctor thinks it is more likely that I'm not ovulating well than for me to have endometriosis. She also said with this round of Clomid, she would like me to have a sonogram performed exactly when I'm ovulating (make a same-day emergency appointment in order to do s0) to make sure that I am ovulating. If my sonogram shows that I'm ovulating just fine and a couple months pass with no pregnancy, she wants Aaron and I to consider an IUI (intra-uteruine insemination). I haven't thought that far in advance, but I pray it doesn't come to having to make the decision to go forward with that or not.
So, needless to say, I will be going back on Clomid (starting today, once the prescription is ready to pick up). I can honestly say I ABSOLUTELY cannot stand the way this drug makes me feel, though, so although I'm looking forward to this next step in my journey to conceive, I am NOT looking forward to becoming the emotional, irritable, crazy woman I once was (and yes, Aaron can vouch for this).
So, if my blogs start becoming angry, sad or depressing, that is why. Haha! Just kidding (but seriously).
I also want to take this opportunity to thank EVERYONE for the positive feedback and words of encouragement I have been receiving. Gosh, I can't tell you all how much it means to me. Starting this blog was going to serve as a necessary outlet for me to talk about my feelings and thoughts that are otherwise so hard to communicate, and I'm glad that you all have received my openness about such a private issue with such a positivity, encouragement and open-mindedness. You are all amazing people in my life and your comments mean more to me than you know. You are all a part in the support system I so drastically need. So...thank you! I'm smiling.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Infertility Testing, Testing…1, 2, 3…
Aaron and I have been trying to conceive for 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and 6 days...
...and the infertility testing is now in full force.
Once I reached the 1-year mark, I was put on Clomid, a fertility drug to help stimulate ovulation. 50 mg the first cycle, 100 mg the second. My doctor said if the drug doesn't work within 3 months, then it's simply not going to work for me. No results. Just more disappointment and sense of hopelessness.
After allowing time for the drug to leave my system, I met with my doctor and she ordered me to have a hysterosalpingogram (HSG), which is a outpatient procedure to check if my fallopian tubes are clogged. I had the procedure done a couple weeks ago and my tubes are clear. Thank you, Jesus!
Next, my doctor requested I have a sonogram done to check my follicles. I had this done last week and am awaiting the results. I don't know what the next step is, but I'm nervous / excited / exhausted / hopeful / determined...the list of emotions goes on and on.
...and the infertility testing is now in full force.
Once I reached the 1-year mark, I was put on Clomid, a fertility drug to help stimulate ovulation. 50 mg the first cycle, 100 mg the second. My doctor said if the drug doesn't work within 3 months, then it's simply not going to work for me. No results. Just more disappointment and sense of hopelessness.
After allowing time for the drug to leave my system, I met with my doctor and she ordered me to have a hysterosalpingogram (HSG), which is a outpatient procedure to check if my fallopian tubes are clogged. I had the procedure done a couple weeks ago and my tubes are clear. Thank you, Jesus!
Next, my doctor requested I have a sonogram done to check my follicles. I had this done last week and am awaiting the results. I don't know what the next step is, but I'm nervous / excited / exhausted / hopeful / determined...the list of emotions goes on and on.
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