and now some more of the story...

My husband and I were married in May of 2000. He is about 10 years older than me, I am 31 soon to be 32, you can do the math. :) He was ready to get started with a family right away. I on the other hand wanted to wait. I of course assumed that I would stop taking the pill and would get pregnant right away. Who knew this would come back to bite me in the butt later?

I stopped taking the pill in January of 2002. Technically the plan was to use "other" methods of birth control until May when we were officially married for two years but as I remember we weren't real consistent with that. I saw my ob/gyn in January and we were on our way.

Now to be totally honest things get a little fuzzy for me as to the exact order of things but I know that between March of 2002 and March of 2003 I had an HSG done, things were all clear. Then I started with Clomid. I was on that for about 5 cycles with ovulation only occurring two of those cycles. I went to the "fertility specialist" in my city, part of my ob office in January or February of 2003. She is top of my list of most disliked people. My husband came with me that morning because we finally had an idea that things were not right. We went to her and she wanted to do an exam, she was very rough and did not tell me before she did things. I don't know about you but I like a little warning before the metal shoe horn(speculum) gets shoved in. Not from her. Then she, while looking in between my legs, tells me that I was too fat and I would not get pregnant unless I lost weight. Now I will be the first one to tell you that I was about 15 pounds heavier than I should have been but I know that heavier people have gotten pregnant. I was appalled at her attitude. We had been trying for about a year at this point, six months of which we were on Clomid and we had not been vaguely successful....I wanted to slap her! She said that we would do another round of Clomid and I would come in for an ultrasound and a trigger shot when the time was right. I left her office crying so frustrated and upset at her treatment of me.

In the mean time I was talking with my general doctor and he suggested that I go to the local University hospital to their reproductive endocrine office.

That is the next chapter....more on that later.