Doubt kills more dreams than failure.

This is a short post - But I had my CD12 Ultrasound yesterday to see if there were any "good" follicles produced from the Femara I took on CD3-7. My RE decided to skip over 2.5mg and go straight to 5mg. I have definitely felt my ovaries working - They just feel sore and discomforting at times. My left one was hurting worse than the right so I thought for sure I'd have at least one good follicle from it. 

Much to our surprise, we pretty much walked right in for the ultrasound! Trust me when I say, that never happens! I told A to take a picture of the screen if there were any good ones just so we could say we had the very first 'photo' of any baby that might be produced this month! 

Except, I didn't get the news I was REALLY hoping for. I went in SO excited... and was completely shocked that there were at least 10 follicles on my left ovary, but none of them measured over a 10. She went over to the right and there was quite a difference - I saw maybe 3 small ones, but right in the center was the one we were looking for!... except it was only at 16mm. In order to trigger with Ovidrel it needs to be at least 18mm - Not a happy camper. She said that your follicles grow 2mm a day after they hit 12mm so my 16 should be a good 18 by today (1/29/14). She showed our pictures (A totally forgot to take pictures - Probably due to my unhappy/unpleasant facial expressions) to our RE, and he said to definitely have me trigger tonight. So, I'll be poking myself in the stomach tonight at 8pm, so that I ovulate around 8am on 1/31/14. 

I have my fingers crossed so tight.

Just please let this work (finally).

-J

Do not lose yourself in your fear.

A new year is always a time for resolutions. Its been that way for as long as I can remember. Its been that way since before my time, and it will probably be that way long after my time. 

I remember when my resolutions were funny and reflected a life I didn't yet know, like "Eat Captain Crunch at least twice a week." (Not kidding!) and "Ask Dad for a horse every single day until he finally gives in." (He gave in. But it wasn't until this past Christmas! Better late than never!)

The last few years my resolutions evolved in to "Stop at NOTHING to finally have a family." and "Eat healthier, go to the gym more, etc. etc. etc." We haven't stopped trying, and we started eating healthier and we go to the gym. 

I'm not making those demands this year. Every year that has gone by I've started to hate myself a little more. That's not fair. There are plenty of inconsiderate and rude judgmental people out there that do enough of that for you. Why should I try to do the same to myself? They know nothing about my struggles, and yet still pass judgement. I know my struggles, I know my silent "invisible" disease. Instead of doubting and hating myself, I'm going to do my best to embrace what I have, and not what I don't and might not ever have. 

I have a husband who adores me, and would do absolutely anything for me. He's my best friend. I'm going to work on loving him just as much and more. Infertility has made me a different person, and it definitely did not make me the best wife at times. This year, he's going to know how much I appreciate him and hes never going to have the chance to doubt the love I have for him.

Were going to carry on with our new fertility treatment plan but we're going to keep a realistic outlook. If it fails the first time, we'll try again with our head up. Rome wasn't built in a day. We're going to give it everything we have, but we're going to LIVE outside of it. This time, it will not consume us. We are more than our infertility, we are more than our struggles. This year, we're going to prove that to ourselves. 

Last but not least, I'm going to stop hating my body. If there's something that could use work, I'm going to work on it. I will embrace that I can walk, talk, think, see, feel, etc. when so many others cannot. I am tired of being abused by my own mind. I have a good GREAT life. Its time I start realizing it.


Happy New Year to everyone, and good luck!

 -J

All great things are preceded by chaos.

There is always something about this time of year that makes my heart hurt. Probably due in part that its a major holiday and its also closing in on yet another year that A and I didn't get to join the "family" crowd.

December of 2007 we officially started this absolutely crazy ridiculous journey. I was freshly 19, and acting on the harsh words of my previous OB. I HAD to get comfortable with having a child young, and not getting to live my twenties as a normal twenty-something year old girl should. I put off going to college to have a baby. My PCOS was labeled severe - I was told it could take several years, and a LOT of money to get a baby, and there were so many if's thrown around. My sister had a total hysterectomy in her late twenties. If I wanted my two or three child family, I needed to act, and quickly JUST in case her prognosis followed me as well.

You've read that all before, but sometimes its still hard for me to wrap my head around it all. I really did put off college for a child - I figured, the money I have now will go to fertility treatments now, then when we have our baby or babies, we can raise them until they're in school, and I can work a schedule around for me going back to school as well. It was a plan. Albeit maybe a junk one, but it was a plan.

Still, here we are, one week away from 6 whole years of infertility treatments, heartbreak, hope, and believing. And we have yet another plan, now.

As soon as my cycle starts, we begin a new to us medication, called Femara. Only this time, I get to be monitored! Of all the medicated cycles I've gone through, I have never once been monitored. I had to BEG to get a progesterone check 7dpo and even then they wouldn't call one in for me - So I asked my Uncle who is a pediatric doctor to call a test in for me. And bless his heart, of course he did it for me, and I finally got to know for sure that I WAS ovulating on Clomid, but our new doctor, Dr. K, said my eggs were probably of low quality due to my body not producing enough 'food' for them, or FSH (Follicle-Stimulating Hormone).
So our plan is, take Femara (which helps the brain produce more FSH) days 3-7, go in for an ultrasound on CD 12, and if everything looks like its progressing well, I'll get a trigger shot to force ovulation and the exact time on when to 'do-the-deed.' Two weeks after that, I get a blood test to check for pregnancy. If nothing, we continue with the same plan.

I feel optimistic and happy. I feel relieved, too. Its probably because my new doctor went over every single detail, explained everything super effectively, and got right down to the dirty details and how exactly we will be correcting them. Oh, and I FINALLY get to be monitored and know what is going on inside there!

So, there we are. In lingo, sure, waiting for my cycle, but I definitely feel it coming!

Here's a toast to renewed hope.

-J

You will burn out.

I am angry at infertility.

I am anxious, stressed, bitter, and lonely. The extreme loss I feel everyday is absolutely unfathomable to someone who's never known the struggle and setbacks. 

My infertility is not the same thing as a miscarriage, but I know their tracks run parallel together. The emotions they project on their victims are real, and poignant. Even if there happens to be a 'prize' at the end of this maze, the scars you have still resound loudly in the back of your mind, and make your heart ache. 

I've spent all of my twenties and yes, even my last year as a "teenager", working on creating the family I ALWAYS saw for myself based on the remarks of my first OB.

"It's going to take awhile for you to become pregnant. I'd suggest starting as soon as you're comfortable with the idea."

How is it even possible to become 'comfortable' with infertility? Comfortable with the thousands of dollars, the countless appointments, the invasion of privacy? Comfortable with the possibility that you might never have that child you so clearly see in your mind, actually sleeping in your arms at some point? 

Here I am waiting, once again, on another doctor to try and figure out why traditional medication isn't working, and what our next step will be at this time. I am SO furious with how long this has taken. The amount of money we've thrown at hope and wishes and the belief that "this is IT, I can feel it," hasn't given us answers or gotten us any closer to an achievable solution.

I usually pride myself on the strength I've had through all of this. I pat myself on the back for not breaking down the minute I see a pregnancy announcement on social medias. I applaud my many emotions for not wreaking havoc on me at strange hours of the night when I see the first photo of a newborn one of the new proud parents uploads. I try to push down my anger at the single mom who says "Do you want one of mine?" while pregnant with her 5th child. I do my best to not be bitter at the bragging parents, and the raving grandparents, aunts and uncles. 

But I'm human. I'm angry. I wonder everyday what it is that I've done that has burdened me with the price of infertility. What did I do to deserve this? 

Nobody deserves this. Infertility is not racist, sexist, ageist, etc, etc. 

Apparently, shitty things just happen, and it really is up to you how you deal with them. 

Today, I prefer to deal with it by throwing things and hating infertility with every ounce of strength I have left. 

-J

Forget the risk, & take the fall.

I have been incredibly busy, and I apologize for the lengthy post. I'd like to think it's worth it to read it though ;)
I've had a few 4 page essays to keep up with in my English class, but the good news about that is they have all resulted in A's! I wrote one of my papers on Infertility, and you would think that would have been the easiest paper seeing as I've dealt with it for the last 6 years, but with all the emotions attached to it, it was hard to keep myself 'detached.' It was only an analyzing concept essay, but every time I started re-reading it back to myself, it seemed like an argument essay. Apparently I'm very passionate about Infertility!

Anyway, I apologize for not blogging since last month. Eek! I can't believe it's October - How is time going so quick?! I can't stand it! Since last month, I made the decision to go off Clomid until I see my newest RE in November. I wanted to take the time off to see if I could not exactly reverse my PCOS, but see if I could make it 'better' in a sense. I've cut out all white flours, white bread, white rice, white sugar, etc. I'm doing it slowly, so I don't knock myself back in to my old ways. I've lost 7lbs so far, and its been two weeks. Not bad! Every bit counts! I'm going to eventually work on cutting bread out completely, even though everything I've read said 100% whole wheat bread is fine for women with PCOS. I read somewhere that in every piece of bread (white bread for sure, not clear on other kinds of bread) there is either human hair or duck feathers! Gross right? Apparently it's an ingredient that helps preserve the bread for longer periods of time. Absolutely foul if you ask me. My husband said "What? That's weird." and CONTINUES to buy white bread. Siiigh. 

Since I mentioned it above, I'll go in to a bit of detail about my new RE. He used to be in a practice with my FIRST RE, Dr. Murphy. Dr. Murphy eventually moved to Pennsylvania, and I switched to a new OB, who referred me to Dr. Shamma, who is actually #4 in success rates in the entire country! He is out of Michigan, but has an office in Toledo. Score! Well, I thought it was a score anyway. He wouldn't even entertain the idea of IUI. It was IVF or nothing. Problem was.. that idea of IVF being the only option we had left scared the (excuse my language) HELL out of me. A $15,000 procedure for a 40% chance? Of course, it's totally worth it, but at 23 I was devastated.Where were we going to get the rest of the money? And of course, WHY could we not have at least two rounds of IUI? What was the problem that it wasn't even thought about? I had no idea. But, we bolted. We didn't look back. 

A year went by, I went back in for a regular check up at my OB's, and he decided to do Clomid. We all know how the 5 rounds of that went - All busts. About two and a half weeks ago I decided since I WAS ovulating on clomid (My progesterone on 7dpo this past month was 32.74! Anything over an 8.0 is ovulation!) that I would try to get a hold of Dr. Murphy's old counter-part Dr. Karnitis - Who was still in the same place that Dr. M used to be. Apparently, my father's cousin went to him years ago and got pregnant four times - her first resulted in live birth (he's 19 now and such a great kid!), her second and third pregnancies were miscarriages, and her last pregnancy was twins, but one passed away in the womb. The other twin was born 100% healthy and she is a beautiful 15 year old! An employee of my Dad had went to him and had one IVF cycle which resulted in her twin boys. My step-sister was going to him until she wound up pregnant herself about 3 or so years ago. So, he has a pretty good track record in my family alone :)

I'm thrilled. I'm scared, but I'm excited. I fought with myself about calling them and making the appointment. What if he just told me the same thing? But I sucked it up. Before I go any further, I'm going to take a quick minute to tell you a story - My Grandfather (on my Dad's side) was my absolute BEST FRIEND when I was a kid. We lived with him and my Grandma growing up, and as a result of not having my mom around, they became like second parents to my sister and I. There is nothing I wouldn't have done for him. He was the only one there when the soccer team I played on won our first 'championship' game. I got a gold medal, and every coach on that field congratulated me on an amazing game played as my team's goalie. I was unstoppable that day, and I KNOW he was so proud of me. My Grandpa had polio and cancer, and he passed away on April 13th, 2002. My Dad came to pick me up from my friends house and he actually got out of the car and one look at his face and I knew it. I will never forget that day. I was 13 and heartbroken. Even as the months passed, I swear I knew he was there. I would wake up every hour on the hour with the minutes on the clock at '23.' That was the number I wore the day of the Championship game, and I had buried my gold medal from that day with him. I'm not sure how many of you believe in psychics or mediums, but my Grandma went to see one after he passed with my Aunts and my Dad. And the lady looked at him and asked him about his 'two girls' (my sister and I) and she asked him which daughter had butterflies on her ceiling. He said he wasn't sure (I had taped cut out butterflies to my ceiling just a few days before this, and he didn't know), but she told him he needed to tell the daughter with the butterflies on her ceiling that he was okay, and that he loved her. When my Dad got home, he asked us - I have a feeling that he knew who it was (everyone had joked that I was my Grandfathers favorite when he was alive) cause he was looking right at me. I was absolutely horrified (thinking that he was going to yell at me about them!) and the look on my face must of said so. I hurriedly made an excuse that I would go up there ASAP and take them down and that I didn't think it would harm the paint cause it was just clear tape. He quickly said it was fine, but said I needed to listen to something. He took me out to his truck and turned on the radio and put a tape in the player, and I just listened. It was heartbreaking and relieving at the same time. I miss him SO much even to this day - Everyday (especially on his birthday and the anniversary of his passing) I can't help but think about how he never got to meet my husband, and I wonder if he would have liked him, etc.
Anyway, back to scheduling my appointment with Dr. Karnitis - His receptionist said he was booked pretty far out for new appointments, and the earliest day they had available wasn't until November. A little annoyed by that, I said Novembers fine. What day and what time? My heart must have stopped when she said the date, cause it was no other day than my Grandfather's birth date. November 13th. She even asked me if I was still there (of course I was!). 

I'm not one for superstition, etc., but I'm going to go out on a limb and take this as a good sign of things to come. She even said 'If I have cancellations, and can get you in earlier, I'll give you a call.' I said 'No need - I'll keep my appointment time as it is.' 

11 years later, and I know he is still watching out for me.

-J

The best is yet to come.

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& though she be but little, she is fierce.

So maybe I wasn't correct last month about the "no ovulation." I'll mention the reasoning later. But for now I'm sitting right on (new) CD6. Last cycle seemed to drag on and on so I had a lot of time apparently to research a bit more. I'm always researching because new things are always coming up in discussions boards or recommended by others OB's. I couldn't even tell you what I was looking up at the time, but I found a new supplement being thrown around and I started reading more about it. Its called 'Pregnitude.' 

On the box it says it's used for Reproductive Support and is used as a Dietary Supplement as well. I know if you have PCOS, a big percentage of us are considered overweight, so I was kind of excited it was also a dietary supplement. The 'ingredients' consist of 200mg of Folic Acid and 2000mg of Myo-Inositol. All the reviews, testimonials and board discussions I've read said there is little to no taste (it comes in powder form in a packet):

So basically what I've read is that Pregnitude helps improve egg quality, helps give you regular cycles, and can also improve insulin resistance in place of Metformin! Also, one of the best parts? NO SIDE EFFECTS. Andrew was incredibly happy about that! :)

I've found quite a few websites that have given their own reviews of Pregnitude - Here's a few:

Does Pregnitude Really Work for PCOS?

What is Myo Inositol?

Pregnitude: Does it Work?

PCOS Pregnitude Success Story

& Of course, the Pregnitude website:
Pregnitude

I did read on another site that Pregnitude basically works like Clomid - So if you ARE taking clomid, take only one packet a day for less risk of Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome (OHSS). Since the Pregnitude says take once in the morning and once at night, I figured I'll take that in the morning, and continue with the Clomid in the evening. I took the Pregnitude this morning (well my morning, since I work 3rd shift) and I'm pleased to say that the reviews are correct - The water tasted no different to me! Usually when something says its 'tasteless', I can usually tasted a little difference at least. Not this. Phew!

I am actually genuinely excited about this cycle, and the upcoming ones. I'm taking 100mg of Clomid, I'll be using Pre-Seed for BDing, Prenatal vitamins once a day (I know! I should of been taking these a long time ago - I ran out and never got more. BAD!), and Pregnitude once a day. I'm going to try my absolute hardest to start cutting things out of my diet as well. Obviously, I'll be using ovulation strips as well, and this time since I have so many, I'm going to continue using them probably until CD 25. I heard that Clomid plus PCOS can cause you to ovulate late - I didn't know that! Maybe that's what happened last month, and I totally gave up. We'll see about this month - I'm going to try keeping better track of symptoms, CM, etc. 

I also wanted to note that the company I bought my Pregnitude off of on Amazon sent me a small packet in my shipping box:

The angle I took the photo at kind of made the words blurry but it says "This baby dust is special and is being sent to you hoping it will help your fondest dreams come true."

How seriously sweet is that? Made me tear up a bit. I was SO excited! Even on the invoice in the box it said 'GOOD LUCK! & Baby dust!!'

I guess it's the little things in life. :)

-J