how we got here

Just tuning in? Accidentally arrived here through points unknown? Well, here’s what you need to know.[1]

February 2012: so long birth control! <Already picking out baby names.>

March 2012 – September 2012: nary a positive ovulation pee strip and yet, undeterred by science, Sarah believes[2] in miracles that she is pregnant on at least 4 non-consecutive occasions. (She is not pregnant. Nor is she ovulating.).

September 2012: beginning to believe that something may actually be, ahem, going awry, Sarah insistently schedules an appointment with her primary care doctor. Arriving to find a physician who is literally 9 months pregnant, Sarah is only able to nod longingly as the kindly physician casually instructs her to just relax![3]

October 2012 – November 2012: through some long-since-forgotten series of grating anxious-patient phone calls, Sarah is finally given a referral to a reproductive endocrinologist. After seeing what her fallopian tubes look like full of radioactive dye – checking that off my bucket list – she finally gets a diagnosis. Hypothalamic pituitary dysfunction. Or, less pretentiously: you ain’t ovulatin’.

December 2012: cycle 1, Clomid + timed intercourse. A few follicles, super early period on day 19, no baby.

January 2013: cycle 2, Clomid + Ovidrel + timed intercourse. A few follicles and… bam! Pregnant. It’s all a ruse: early miscarriage. <stifled sobs>

February 2013/March 2013: cycle 3, Clomid + Ovidrel + timed intercourse. A few follicles, period on day 25, no baby.

March 2013: cycle 4, Clomid + Ovidrel + IUI. Let's get this party started. updated to add: *gulp* pregnant.

<long, inexplicable pause during which I grew a baby>

December 9, 2013, almost one year exactly since my first post: THIS happened.

[1] <What’s that? You want the full back story? Like the how-C-and-I-met-and-fell-in-love part? That’s long. But for you, cupcake, here’s the abbreviated version: It’s May 2002, after a terrible college band concert, we held hands and shared a Hi-C on the way home. We were just that cool. In retrospect, I think it was just something about the Dr. Strangelove VHS tape in his dorm room that said come hither. Anyway, I thought he was pretty fantastic and then we got married in 2010.>

[2] Again with the second person. I know. It just happens.

[3] I have a few choice words about this “advice.” But I’m a mature adult potty mouth.

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