Update
So I know it's been awhile since I've posted on here so here's what's been going on.
In December my husband and I decided that we weren't entirely comfortable with the possible side effects of Clomid since I tend to be the kind of person that does contract the rare side effects of medications. We decided to try some other more natural routes and see if maybe we could get these ovaries of mine to work.
Fast forward to January and my body actually has a period on it's own. We don't think anything of it because tests have shown that this technically doesn't mean my ovaries will work. And we've basically put trying on hold for now.
Its February, and not too surprising I don't have another period. Towards the end of the month I start having pains real low in my abdomen. I don't think much of it. I get them from time to time. Then I'm exhausted all the time. Then my breasts hurt. Then one fateful Thursday I'm in a meeting at work and I keep smelling this horrible smell that nobody else can smell. I'm on my way home and it hits me what could be happening. I stop at a Walmart get a test and without telling my husband I took it when I got home.
Yall. I thought this shit would be negative 100% just like it has been for 2yrs. This little stick of joy turns positive instantly. You know what my first words were? "You've got to be kidding me." I run into the living room and hand it to my husband and he's so confused. Then asks if it's a joke. Then he beams at me when he realizes it's real.
Then reality sets in. I've miscarried before. I have a folate deficiency. I have pcos. And we worry. No one could get us in Friday so we wait all weekend before we can go to the dr. Monday morning we get there and we are excited but scared. We get in the ultrasound and the tech says that baby measured 5wks4days. Yall, I died inside. I was supposed to be 7 weeks. I track my cycles (when they happen) religiously. And all I could think was that this was just like last time. My baby already died and my body just hasn't realized it yet. The NP comes in and says not to worry just yet. She wants to take blood now and 2 days later and the following day after that another ultrasound. So I wait from Monday morning to Thursday morning for this ultrasound to seal my fate. To confirm that we lost another one. And in that ultrasound Thursday morning the tech turns on the sound and we heard "fetal heart tones". And I cried. And cried. This baby was alive. My OB says my progesterone was lower than he wanted so he prescribed me a supplement and he wanted to see me back in 2 weeks for another ultrasound to make sure baby continues to grow.
It turns out that my cycles (when they happen) are technically 41 days instead of 28. And because of this I would have ovulated later than what is typically calculated.
I am over the moon with this little blip. Please send good vibes that it continues to grow to full term without further complications ❤













