You haven't crashed my thread! There used to be a lot more of us, but most have left and I've just been quietly waiting for new friends to join me - as much as it sucks that you have to!

The brief summary... We started TTC in December of 2005, in December of 2008 Samuel was born. In those three years we went through me being diagnosed with severe insulin resistant PCOS, clomid pretty much causing a severe mental breakdown (and failing to work!), DH was found to have a triple defect and varicocele (very low count, and mutant sperm that can't swim) that couldn't be repaired. That lead to us doing IVF - where I got pretty bad ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome twice, which meant two cycles where I was far too ill to transfer and all embryos were frozen. One of those cycles put me in hospital for a week and off work for a month. In total we got 11 blastocyst embryos from those two cycles - only four of which ever survived to be transferred. From those four transfers I had three pregnancies and three miscarriages. We also found out that I have issues with NK cells and possible issues with lupus anticoagulants. Finally, IVF cycle number three got us to a fresh transfer (and mild OHSS when pregnancy was confirmed) and Sam. We still have two day three embryos in the freezer waiting for us to decide to go back one day.

Unfortunately, my health is as complicated and nasty as our fertility journey. I have seronegative rheumatoid arthritis which became quite severe after Sam was born and we've been struggling to control it ever since. We are now finally making some headway, but I'm on some fairly serious meds to do it. Then just today I was given a new diagnosis of non-alcoholic steatohepatitis and I'm kind of reeling from that a bit... I honestly don't know if I'll ever be well enough to go back for our last two embryos. I had a pretty awful time being pregnant and needed three different medications to stay pregnant and after all that Sam was born at 36 weeks... We nearly lost him at birth and I honestly do not believe he would be here if he'd gone full-term as his cord was so tightly wrapped around his neck (twice!) that they had to cut the cord so they could get him out properly.

So that's me. Used to be a maths teacher, but now I'm on a disability pension due to the RA so I'm at home full-time with Sam. He has lovely, long 3-hour day naps still and goes to day care two days a week (my respite time, we have no family close by) so I'm often here while I'm resting and he's sleeping.

BW