My Journey So Far - The Cheat Sheet

These are the major things I've been through on this "journey" so far:

• February 14, 2014:  Some Valentine's Day shenanigans lead to unprotected sexytimes.  As a result, I realize that I would actually love to be pregnant right now and cross my fingers.

• March 29, 2014: My period finally comes (very late).  It is so painful that a homeless guy started empathizing with me.  No lie.

• April - July, 2014: We throw out all the birth control (ok, not really, but we put it in a drawer, anyway) and start trying to conceive, joyfully and blissfully unaware of any problems.

• July 7, 2014:  I go into my ob-gyn, COMPLETELY SURE that I am pregnant since it has been fifty-something days since my last period and I am having all the symptoms.  He tells me that I'm as NOT pregnant as a person can be, because actually I have PCOS.

• July 13-August 9, 2014:  I have to process all my feelings in another country without my husband or anyone else in my support system there to help.  Also, time differences suck.  But it was nice to focus on something else for a while.

• August-September, 2014:  I go crazy with the research and the dieting and the crying.  I lose 12 pounds.  Hooray for me.

• September 16, 2014:  Got my period a perfect 28 days after the last one.  This is encouraging, but still a period.

• September-October, 2014:  I start getting really antsy about always waiting, especially since I already met my weight loss goal and my cycles seem more regular.  I get a part time job to start saving up for drug treatment.  Also I lose eight more pounds.

• November 6, 2014: I get a prescription for Clomid

• November 23, 2014: My life as a druggie begins!

• January 17, 2015: On my second round of Clomid, I get a positive pregnancy test.  Super excited, super worried, super shocked.  So many feelings.

• September 24, 2015: My beautiful daughter is born perfect and healthy, and the pain of infertility stings so much less.  I look back and realize that even though my journey felt like it took forever, it was actually only about a year.  I think about how lucky I am and feel overwhelming compassion for those who have it so much harder.  I stop blogging, but I never stop remembering and loving, and a part of my heart stays with the community always.