On December 27th, I had surgery. My tubes are open with no blockage. Everything looked good except my cervix. It was apparently closed. So Dr. Green opened it up. She even found what looks like four eggs. I am recovering nicely. I have two incisions with only one being visible. There isn't a lot of pain, but little things drain your energy.
So, in a nutshell everything should be go to go now that my cervix is open!!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
In October they ruled out PCOS and gave me Femara. We were set for insemination. The words turkey baster never meant so much. I was going to know exactly what it was like to be a turkey. But I was ready and willing for anything. What ever it took, I was willing to do.
So November was our month. We were so ready. Paul and I talked about how soon we could be feeling a little one moving around or seeing the beautiful changes that my body would go through.
I did everything I was told. took the Femara the days that I was told and around the same time each day. Femara was suppose to work, right...well not for me or there was something else wrong. Numerous ovulation predictor test strips later...nothing. Lots of phone calls to the doctors office explaining what was going on, only to be told that Dr. Archer is no longer with them. Great, now what? Then I get a phone call later that evening from a doctor in Dr. Archer's old office. No only did she not pull my file before she called me, I had to explain everything to her. UGH!!! I was so frustrated. Here we were making the next steps, then to hit another brick wall. November came and went....two negative pregnancy tests and lots of tears, it was time to go back to the doctor who means the world to me. Dr. Jill Green.
So, a phone call to her office made me feel 100% better. On Tuesday, December 7th I went in for blood work to see if I had ovulated. On the same day, I went back to the office later that day and met with Dr. Green. We talked about everything that had been going on in the last 16 months and what our next steps were.
On December 27th I have surgery. It's called a laparoscopy. Dr. Green will go in through my belly button and use a camera to look around. Then she will laser out any endometriosis that I have. Then she is going to inject dye into my tubes and make sure they aren't blocked.
Everyone keeps asking me what Paul and I want for Christmas, how can you tell someone the only thing that you want, you can't have or they can't give me?
Friday, December 10, 2010
Our TTC journey began in late July 2009. Paul and I couldn't wait to start a family. With every period, I would cry. With every new month, new hope. With every baby announcement, resentment....
Three months in we were having fun. Six months in charting and temps began. My charts looked like book, well almost, but it was stressing me out. Ugh....4:30 a.m. thermometer in my mouth can't move but must listen to that stupid alarm going off until the thermometer finally beeped, note the temp, turn the alarm off and begin my day. At the seven month mark, (OPK), numerous failed tests....I was getting frustrated. Mom and I would yard sale and find neutral colored outfits and different things that I would need. I set up the crib my parents gave me. I started decorating the nursery.
At the nine month mark, I got worried. I went into see Dr. Green, my gynecologist, nervous about what could be wrong and what I was doing wrong. I was for sure that I would leave the office and miraculously be pregnant in the next month...silly girl! She told me to quit charting since it was frustrating me and not helping. Dr. Green started me on Clomid. I had some weird symptoms. I noticed that all of a sudden, I could not hold back when I was in my car and someone cut me off...yes that was me bad mouthing you in my car! Nothing major, just yelling at people in my car, windows up and radio going...like they could hear me!! In some cases I'm glad they couldn't!! I had fantastic hot flashes! Let me tell you, I'd go from being freezing cold in the Antarctic to burning up in the Desert! Then a unwanted side effect hit, I had problems breathing. I couldn't climb a set of stairs at a snails pace with out huffing and puffing at the top.
At the year mark, they took me off Clomid. No more Clomid for me...great now what! Infertility....WAIT...where did that word come from...no one had mentioned it to me yet. That was like a slap in the face. I didn't know what was next or where to go. Then they tested Paul....and then they tested Paul again and sent us to a Urologist who specialized in infertility, Dr. Schrepferman or "Dr. Shrep" for short (which he isn't). They ruled Paul and moved on to me...great what's wrong with ME??? On to another specialist...
We were sent to Dr. Johanna Archer at University Women's Healthcare Fertility Center. I was excited, my cousin had been to Dr. Archer and had just had a beautiful baby girl. Finally, we'd get answers and soon I'd feel the wonderful miracle of a baby inside me.....silly girl!! Dr. Archer was amazing. I was in a room similar to an office. She sat a desk across from me and LISTENED to me. That impressed me so much. She took time out of her schedule to discuss, listen, explain, and care about what I was going through. They did an ultrasound and I got to see everything. She explained my ovaries, uterus, and everything. She even paused what so was doing and made sure I could see it all and she explained everything too. Needless to say, I was hooked. This was my doctor and I was ecstatic that God blessed us with her! I went home with a prescription for Femara. I wasn't thrilled with more drugs but she said as soon as I ovulated we'd do insemination. I'm pretty sure I floated out of the office.
I went home and discussed everything with Paul. We were stoked. We were both over joyed that finally we would get to feel a baby moving around in me.