Cha Cha
I started trying for our 1st baby 01/04/95, I was told 2 years later that the reason I wasn't getting pregnant was because I had Polycystic ovary syndrome, after 2 further years of treatment I was told that there was nothing else they could do for me, to go away and think about IVF, so I went away and thought about IVF and started feeling sick, hey presto I was pregnant, pregnant for the millenium celebrations and my 30th birthday the following June (2000), now I am ttc #2 and having to start all over again, at least this time they know whats wrong, so I cut half the procedures out, but I'm at the hospital 4 times a month and they are not wasting anymore time, I'm on CD8 and this morning I had a scan, follicles everywhere, so I go back on Monday next week for another to see if any have grown, then day 21 a blood test then day 29 back to see the consultant and we will repeat the procedure again next month, I'm 34 in 3 weeks time and I'm praying for the best birthday present ever. I could throw the towel in everyday, but I look at my daughter and she's there alive, very well, if very cheeky and I can't imagine life without her. Sure my husband can't be by my side and support me every step of the way, but he's there at the end of the phone as soon as I have my scans, how did it go, how many little gits were there, he makes it sound funny and easy. Last time we both gave up and the process was worse, we wanted a baby, as simple as that, our parents didn't even know we were in trouble until my husband broke down at a family barbacue after my mother-in-Law asked when I was going to have a baby, its all pressure. The best thing we did was stick with it and turn it around from being a chore to being fun, I started to cook fancy meals and have wine and then the fun started, I asked to try different positions in bed, or the stairs or every room you can think of and it did become fun, I was the one who got giddy everytime my af was late, my husband was the one with his feet firmly fixed to the floor. Even when I came home after discovering I was pregnant, I range my husband and he said pure and simple, you can't be, we are going for IVF, you'll have to do another test. I ended up driving to his work, getting him out of a meeting and showing him all 7 pregnancy tests, he sat there and said nothing until finally about 15 minutes later, he said, should we phone a doctor. One thing I learnt from all of what happened to us was, you think you are the only one going through it, but you husband, partner is going through more as thet are the ones that pick us up when af arrives, they are so disappointed too, but they have to be strong to carry us both. Maybe a rest would do you good, you never know