My story started out at the tender age
of 17, when I had my first ovarian
cyst. I was devastated. I went on to have at least
one every other month.
At the age of 20 I met the most remarkable
man. We quickly moved in together -- we knew it was
meant to last. The cysts started coming with more frequency
and pain. My husband was my only saving grace. We married
shortly after our 2 year anniversary and immediately
started to try to get pregnant.
We tried and tried for months, that led
to a year. I went to a fertitlity specialist who suggested
surgery and found endometriosis and fibroids. After
the surgery we had to wait 6 long months before we were
allowed to try again.
This time, when we started the process
all over again, we did it with clomid. My first cycle
I had 7 (!!!!) eggs to fertilize through
IUI (Intrauterine Insemination). We did the fertilization
and lo and behold I became pregnant. I got the news
on my 25th birthday.
We were so excited this was finally it.
No more painful exams, no more kooky drugs. We were
so happy we told EVERYBODY.
When we went in for the 8th week ultrasound,
the baby had died. I have never in my whole life felt
such horrible mental and physical pain. We tried the
IUI with clomid 3 more times and nothing. My chances
of ever conceiving naturally are less than 3%. We are
now looking into adoption and IVF.