This past July marked 3 years since Scott and I began the journey to start a family. It has been a crazy 3 years, so many highs and a few lows. Last May I wrote my first blog post opening up about my struggle to conceive and my issues with infertility.
Here is the beginning of the post, you can read the entire post here:
Scott and I have been trying to have a baby for 20 months, almost 2 years. Enough time to have had a baby and be pregnant with a second. We have not been very successful, as is evident by my lack of a baby bump.
Let me clarify, we haven't been casually trying for the last 20 months, we've been doing every thing in hopes of conceiving a baby. We started to try and track ovulation but I wasn't ovulating, clearly I wasn't going to get pregnant if I wasn't releasing any eggs. I have had a hunch since an early age that I was going to have difficulty getting pregnant. My hunch combined with some medical issues meant after 4 months of trying my primary care doctor was supportive of testing for fertility issues.
My hunch over the past 10 years was correct, I have polycystic ovarian syndrome PCOS, which means that I don't ovulate on my own/regularly and that my hormones are slightly out of whack.
I wish I was writing for the next #31days about infertility and was going to end the month with a happy ending, but I am not. I am writing for the next 31 days to share my story. To share the thoughts and struggles that come infertility. To share the good as well as the bad that as come from accepting the fact that I might never be pregnant and adoption might be our only hope.