Here is my basic story just to give you some background, I’ll go into details another day.
I met my husband Guillermo (not his real name but a great alias for him), the love of my life, my first year in college. We started out as friends because he was dating my room-mate and I was dating one of his friends. That ended and the next year we started dating. We were both so young and really didn’t want a serious relationship, but, that didn’t last long. The first time I realized that I was in love with him was when I went to Mexico on vacation with my family and just couldn’t stop thinking about him, I had never felt that way about anyone else. I soon found out that he felt the same way about me. We got married 3 days after we both graduated from college and have now been married 11 wonderful years.
We started talking about starting a family 4 years into marriage (2005). I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis right after we got married and was on a medication that I absolutely couldn’t get pregnant on so when we decided it was time I talked to my doctor about other medication options. It took about 6 months from that appointment to get the green light to stop birth control and start trying. By 2007 nothing had happened and we made an appointment with a local obgyn doctor. He suggested we try IUI’s with clomid. Over the next year we did 3 IUI’s and they were all negative.
I had looked into adoption as another option but wasn’t convinced it was right for us yet. That changed in 2008 right after the 3rd failed IUI when I got an email from one of the agencies I had contacted saying that Nepal was opening for adoption. Guillermo and I had just gotten back from a trip to Nepal and loved the people and the country. There were only about 25 agencies in the United States that Nepal was working with and agencies could only sign up 10 families each. Guillermo and I talked it over and decided that it would be a great way to start a family. I called the agency and they still had a spot open and they signed us up. We really felt like everything was falling in place and it was just meant to be. By 2010, we were devastated when Nepal announced that they were closing their adoption program.
We were so disgusted by the whole adoption situation and we would have had to start our paperwork completely over if we were to change countries so we decided to move on to a fertility specialist. We just happen to live in the same state as one of the top fertility clinics in the country so we made an appointment. The doctor, after lots of testing that the local doctor didn’t order, diagnosed me with poly-cystic ovaries (but not the syndrome) and suggested that I try IVF. We started the cycle right away in October of 2010. The cycle was very successful and we ended up with 14 embryos but had to freeze them all. We transferred 2 in December of 2010. It worked, I actually FINALLY got pregnant, and with TWINS!! But, I lost one at 8 weeks, the other at 9 weeks and had a D&C at 10 weeks. The doctor believes that since I have an auto-imune disorder it effected my blood flow and that’s what caused the miscarriage.
The whole miscarriage was so devastating that we took a year off before we decided to try again. We needed to recharge emotionally, save some more money, and try to pay off some of the debt we incurred through the adoption and IVF. We started the process again in May of 2012 only to find out that I had a uterine fibroid and needed to have it removed before I could do another FET. I had hoped to have the transfer in July but the fibroid surgery pushed it back to September. So, here I am after the September transfer got cancelled looking at November now.