Friday, February 8, 2008

First Post

Well, after lurking on so many blogs for the past year, I've finally decided to join in the fun.

I suppose I owe you a bit of back story if I expect you to follow along, bear with me; it's probably going to be long.

To begin with, I have been unsuccessfully trying to get pregnant for the past 2 1/2 years. When the journey began, I had just turned 28. Although not young, I figured I was young enough that getting knocked up wouldn't be a problem. Ha, now I realize how foolish I was for believing that age is the only factor governing fertility.

Okay, I know you're going to laugh, but my "plans" were to have my first child when I was 28 or maybe 29 if it took a few months of trying. Then I'd start on the second somewhere around 30, 31. I was really planning on having the whole baby making over and done with about now. You can stop laughing.

I actually started gearing up for the whole pregnancy thing long before M and I were ready to try. Let me explain, I was a bit slow to graduate from college (very indecisive about my major, so I changed it about three times) so I dropped out took a break. I had already met M in the dorms, and was madly in love. Since I was no longer pursuing my education, I moved with M to NY where he took his first job.

We soon got married, and lived happily together for about two years, now in MA. But I still needed to finish school. So...I left, with M's support to finish my degree in GA. During that time M, the sweet man that he is, took a job in FL to be closer to me.

Back to the point I was trying to make... I thought I'd get a head start by charting my BBT in anticipation of our settling down and doing the family thing.

I finally graduated and moved to FL with M, we were now ready to start that family. I mean, we each had grown up jobs and had purchased a house! We were as ready as we'd ever be.

Being the slightly obsessive planner that I am, I took my perfect looking charts to my gyn-y and informed her of my intentions. I can still remember her saying, "The next time I see you, you'll probably be pregnant." I'm sure she thought I was a little crazy to have that much information on paper, but I didn't care. I was excited; we were going to become parents! Ha ha ha.

So we began trying, and trying, and trying. After about 9 months of negatives, I went back to visit the nurse practitioner. She reassured me that everything was fine and to keep trying. I had permission to come back when the prerequisite year was up.

Three months later, she agreed to run a blood test. Low and behold, my progesterone was practically nonexistent, so she prescribed Clomid to help with ovulation. M also made a visit to the Dr. and was declared in perfect reproductive health.

I was excited, certain to get pregnant now that I had medical intervention. Four months later, nothing. By this time, my best friend was telling me to get myself to a specialist, so I did.

Okay, I think I've done a pretty good job of catching you up, I'll continue the rest of the story tomorrow, so be patient. Ha, patient, get it?

1 comment:

LadyShay said...

I found your profile because I was searching for other bloggers in FLA. But I will def keep coming through to check on your progress and one day ooh and ahhh over your baby's picture:)

Peace!
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