Tuesday, 30 September 2014

It takes two

The husband wasn't happy with a line in my last post.

This one:

And, if it had, if I was ovulating regularly maybe I could even get pregnant by myself.

Apparently I can't get pregnant by myself. He reckons he needs to get involved.

Grudgingly I have to agree.

The thing is I still don't know whether it is ever going to be possible to get pregnant by myself as a couple without any medical intervention.

A couple of months ago I had two possible scenarios in mind.

In one I would need to take a bunch of drugs to get periods, I'd be completely on the medicalised track and I'd go put a frozen embryo in after three periods.

In the second scenario if I was getting regular periods I thought that I would give myself a few extra  months to see if I we could get pregnant like normal people.

Now a third option has presented itself. I'm not on a clockwork 28 day cycle but my last one was 37 days which isn't completely out of the reaches of 'normal'.

My ovulation has always been all over the place thanks to having polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS). I'm not going to say too much about PCOS because I'd like you to do me a favour. Would you mind popping over and filling out a questionnaire about PCOS? It doesn't matter if you know much about it or not because that is part of what the questionnaire hopes to ascertain.

The questionnaire is here and it is particularly for folk in the UK to respond to as it is also to establish how the NHS deals with women with PCOS.

The questionnaire has been put out by a charity, Verity, which provides information and support for women with polycystic ovary syndrome. So help them out, like they've helped many other women like us.

But back to me.

Not a lot gets past "areyoukiddingme" and she quickly picked up on the fact that I've had my three periods so I could get on with the whole frozen embryo insertion thing. But I haven't picked up the phone and made that call to my Doctor to get on with the defrost.

Instead I've spent £30 on some ovulation tests.

Yes it is expensive, but just imagine if I managed to pinpoint my ovulation.

That thirty quid could save me a fortune when compared to a frozen embryo transfer.

So let's see if I do actually manage to ovulate this month. And if I do ... well then I've got at least a slim chance of getting pregnant WITH THE HUSBAND'S HELP (spunk).

Friday, 19 September 2014

Time to get back on topic

I told you that my Doctor wanted me to stop breast feeding and have three periods before I bunged another frozen embryo in and start crossing my fingers for a second child.

The plan was:

1) Stop breast feeding.
2) Call my doctor to get some drugs to bring on a period.
3) Have period.
4) Repeat twice until I've had the required three periods.

The reality has been:
1) Stop breast feeding during the day easily.
2) Keep having a ceremonially Last Ever Feed At Night feed.
3) Be woken up between 2 and 5 in the morning by a screaming child.
4) Relent.
5) Breast feed at 4am saying 'Ok this is it the last time'.
6) 15 July go into work for a keep in touch day.
7) 15 of July scurry round the office, realise none of the girls I'm good friends with are at their desk, ask girl I don't know that well for a tampon.
8) Glad to see Womb For Improvement's Law is still going strong - of course I was going to start my period when I was at work with no access to something absorbent to soak up the blood. (Too graphic? Admit it you've missed this).
7) Put date into online period tracker just so I have a vague idea when my next one is due.
8) Call doctor and agree that as my periods are so unreliable I should wait 6 weeks and then start taking the drugs to bring on period number 2.

One morning mid-August (having properly stopped breast feeding) I checked my period tracker and noticed that, was I to have a normal cycle I would get my second post-baby period that day.

Amongst a bunch of other stuff I have polycycstic ovaries. I have never ovulated regularly and consequently I have never had regular periods. 90 days rather than the standard 28 days between periods was not unusual.

So I was due. I wasn't at work. I hadn't taken a pregnancy test. I didn't have PMT. There was nothing to make me think I'd have a period.

But I did!

Second period bang on schedule for the first time EVER.

At this point I started to get excited.

Could my pregnancy have cured me?

And, if it had, if I was ovulating regularly maybe I could even get pregnant by myself.

I didn't want to hope too much, but I couldn't help it. I knew the chances of getting pregnant immediately were slim but I just hoped that I would get another period on time and this ovulating thing would not have been a fluke but become a habit.

When my period was late I didn't immediately test for pregnancy.  I persuaded myself that a day or two off wasn't anything to get excited about and it would come.

So I waited a day. Two days. Four days.

Eventually, with a hen night that night and a bottle of wine with my name on it I took the plunge and tested.

Do you remember the good old days of this blog when I'd write a whole post leading up to what would inevitably be a pregnancy announcement and then I would finish with something along the lines of "Of course I wasn't pregnant, I'm infertile remember."


I tested and...

Of course I wasn't pregnant.

I'm infertile remember.

Still I did finally get my period 9 days late.

And do you know what? A negative pregnancy test is a lot easier to bear when you are trying to wrestle the wee-d on stick from your 13 month old's grabby hands.