I thought I'd finally better get my PG announcement out there. Excuse the tardiness of it, but quite frankly we're in shock and it's going to take a bit for it to sink in ... when you read the whole saga you'll fully understand why.
I met my lovely Dan in 2000 and by the time 2005 rolled around we finally decided it was time to have children. I'd been on Depo for longer than I could remember and we knew it would take a bit for the effects to wear off, so in December 2005 I came off it, and we decided to "offically" TTC in Febuary 2006. Valentine's day seemed to be a romantic enough start so that's when it was (on a personal note, don't EVER pick a nice holiday to start TTC, it's just too gosh darn painful when it rolls around again and you're not PG).
I had one AF after coming off the Depo, and then, for whatever reason, the silly wench when MIA on me, but we kept trying, hoping that something might happen, even though it's extremely hard to try when you don't even know where your cycles are at.
After months of trying, with not even a hint of good luck, we decided to elope in April, to give us something else to focus on besides our dismal TTC record. We hoped and prayed for a honeymoon baby, but that wasn't meant to be, as AF still hadn't showed her face.
We finally managed to get a referral to an OB/GYN that had infertility experience, and in early September 2006 we met him, having STILL not had any sign of that dreaded wench.
Well I went through every test under the sun, as did Dan and they couldn't find anything wrong, so the OB/GYN thought that the Depo had put everything "to sleep" and I needed something to "kick start it".
So I was put on PrimolutN to bring on the dreaded wench and then 50mg of clomid. Lo and behold it kickstarted nothing. So more PrimolutN was prescribed and 100mg of clomid was taken.
Success! I ovulated, BD was timed to perfection and as the testing date was Christmas day we couldn't of been happier. Unfortunately, just like the other six cycles I was to do on 100mg of clomid, it was a failure too. Whilst I made the eggs, and released them, nothing else was happening.
As each cycle came and went the misery grew. It started to feel pointless, after all if it hadn't worked all the other times what made them think it would work now???
So a lap and dye was performed May 2007 and as the doc squirted in the dye, expecting it to come out of the ends of the tubes, indicating they were all clear, not a drop came out. He was so surprised at how blocked they were, that he put in more than my fair share of dye, but absolutely nothing came through. So there was the horrible truth. Not only did I not ovulate on my own, but my tubes were so blocked that our sperm and eggs had never met!
So I was told that IVF was our only hope. I was so devastated by now, as I've always felt that babies should be between two people in love, not a team of professionals that you have to pay for. I grew despondent, and as the weeks ticked by until our IVF appointment we only made love once, knowing now that it was only for pleasure and nothing more just made us feel really sad.
The day of the IVF appointment rolled round and we flew (we live on King Island) to see him. I had grown more optimistic about our chances, and wanted to hear what he had in store for us. He was a wonderful bloke and put us at ease, and we busily discussed how we could do IVF long distance.
He asked if he could do an internal u/s to see where my ovaries were at (AF had gone missing again, but she'd done that before so it was no bother), and to also see if my ovaries were easily accessible for Egg Pick Up. I readily agreed and as he looked at the screen he flat out told us that we couldn't have IVF and there was nothing he could do for us.
I was ready to burst into tears at this point, as we'd come so far and had so many disappointments along the way, I just couldn't take this final blow, but just as I'm about to sob, he turns to me and with a big grin on his face tells me I'm about 6w1d PREGNANT!!!!
I immediately go into shock and tell the Dr that he's being a total idiot, as I had been told there was no way in hades that I could be PG naturally, but he insists that I am, and shows us the screen with our miracle baby on it.
I of course, full of poise and grace, immediately start screaming the surgery down and tell this highly repected man of science that he's "*****t!ng me" (very elegant), but after convincing me that it isn't a molar pregnancy or a blighted ovum, I burst into tears again, but for completely different reasons.
My husband is choked with tears and the doc and I start gently teasing him about the sperm analysis he just had done 'cause we obviously "didn't need it".
So there you go ... if you've read to the end you deserve a medal (or at the very least a cuppa and a chocolate), but it just goes to show that miracles can and DO happen, and if you ever find yourself in a dark pit of despair and hopelessness, PM me ... I'll remind you what a little luck can do .....
That is the best story i have read in a long time! What a great end result! I am so happy for you guys. Best wishes for your pregnancy journey ahead!!!
another congrats for you both. Diva you are a fabulous story teller... i think you should publish a little ttc and preggers book for your bubs to have when they are older...
Thank you everyone for your wonderful congratulations. It's ever so slowly starting to sink in and the tears of joy have been flowing fast and free.
We have already decided to write it all down for our little one to hear ... and we've also saved the airfares and IVF dr's bill so he/she can pay us back when they're older!!!
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Miracles DO happen.
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