In 2011 at the age of 25, my husband and I began our journey toward becoming parents. It was so exciting, and we were both so happy to begin a family together.
Fast forward two years -- skipping a lot of heartache in between -- and we are still not parents. In fact, we have both been diagnosed as infertile. I have Stage III Endometriosis, Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome, a vitamin D deficit, and elevated Prolactin levels. My husband has a very low sperm count, poor morphology, and low motility.
Our chances of conceiving on our own are so low that our reproductive endocrinologist's recommendation for us is in vitro fertilization. And so, that is what we plan to try.
Both of us are committed to becoming parents and refuse to miss out on that wonderful part of life. We are both open to adoption. We first want to give biological children the best shot we can, and at this point in time, our only shot is IVF.
After months of heartache, surgeries, medical treatments, uncertainty, hope, ups and downs, etc., we are ready to continue on and see if IVF will be the answer to our prayers.
Many may consider me to be a pessimist, but I truly believe I'm a realist. I'm a planner, and I'm hopeful, but I do understand the risks and the likelihood of failure at IVF. It's a real possibility that it won't work, and I will be left with no other option. And that is why I'm fearful, overwhelmed, and sometimes even disheartened.
I've started this blog as my own personal record of my journey but also as a source of honesty and community for those of you out there who are enduring similar struggles. I promise to always tell it like it is -- and right now -- it fucking sucks.
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