As a Mama to one beautiful little boy, I know I am incredibly lucky. I thank my lucky stars pretty much every day that we have him and our lives are much richer with him in it.
When my husband and I decided to try for our first baby nearly six years ago, we never imagined in our wildest dreams how difficult it would be and we’d face infertility head on. We never imagined we would have to struggle to see those two pink lines show up on a pregnancy test. As a teenager and young adult, it’s drummed into you how irresponsible it is to have unprotected sex and you spend so many years preventing a pregnancy that when you finally decide to go for it to start your family, it’s devastating when it doesn’t happen straight away / three months / six months / a year or more down the line.
I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovaries Syndrome (PCOS) six years ago and as a married lady in her late twenties who was desperate to start a family, to say it was a bit of a blow was an understatement. Given that I have an underactive thyroid too, our chances of conception were pretty low and we were staring infertility head on. Luckily with medication to help combat my PCOS and losing quite a substantial amount of weight, after two and a half years of trying, we fell pregnant and were blessed with our little boy.
Three and a half years on from Olly’s birth, we have been trying for our much wanted last piece of our family puzzle for twelve long months. We both knew it might not be easy to conceive easily again but having had one baby, I had hoped my ovaries had righted themselves and it would be much easier the second time around. How wrong we were!
I wrote back in January how difficult we were finding the process and again in May, after nine months of trying, I was struggling to comprehend the struggle we were having. It’s not been an easy few months but just last week after our twelfth month of trying failed, I’ve decided enough is enough and with the help of a friend, used the NICE (NHS) guidelines to our advantage and asked for a referral to a specialist.
The NICE guidelines suggest that ‘women aged 36 years or over and people with a known clinical cause or history of predisposing infertility factors should be offered an earlier referral (before 1 year) because of the impact of these factors on fertility.’ Given that my doctor previously wasn’t clued up on these back in May, I’m delighted that the different doctor I saw last week was and has agreed to refer me based on the NICE guidelines.
I know it’s a paperwork shuffling exercise now for a while but I’m hopeful that it won’t take too long for a referral to come through. One thorn in my side (as it was last time we were trying) is my weight. I’m still above the recommended weight for the fertility drug Clomid, which luckily we didn’t need last time but I know my weight will be mentioned again as a barrier if we need it.
So my focus is now clear. I need to lose weight and get under the recommended weight just in case, Clomid is mentioned. Of course, I need to lose the weight for other reasons but this is now my focus and I know what I need to do. There’s a magic number in my head of what I need to lose before November and I’m hopeful that it can be done with determination and focus.
Why November? November is only three months away and I think I’m being realistic to think this is when I can expect an appointment. I’d love one sooner but I’ve been down this road before and had the patronising nutrition sessions to encourage me to eat more healthily (yup, seriously!) so I know what I need to do. No messing around, no sneaky eating, more exercise, less faffing around.
Thirty four pounds (or 2st 6lb) to go..