The Beginning of My Story......

This is my first time writing a blog about something so personal, so I am not sure how well I will do with this, but I feel it is something that I need to do. Just to give you a little background information, I have been married for six years to a wonderful guy. After a year or so of marriage, we decided that we were ready to start a family. However God has had his own plan and that dream still hasn't come true for us.

Ulitmately, we tried to concieve, by just not doing anything to prevent it. After a few years of nothing happening, we decided that it was time to go to a doctor. Now just a bit of history of myself, I knew since I was a teen that this was going to be an issue. I was a very mature 11 year old, and the summer after my 5th grade year I got the not so pleasant gift of my menstrual period. I felt at the time almost a sense of accomplishment, since so many of my older friends had not quite "matured". However I soon lost that sense of accomplishment and began to hate becoming a woman. I had the absolute worst periods ever. They were unbelievably heavy, and last for months. But I also would go months without having one at all. So it was good and bad. My body had somehow gotten on a schedule so that I never had one during the summer. To me that was perfect, and I never thought twice about it. I only went to the doctor once in my early teens for this issue. My parent's weren't able to have insurance on my sister and I, so we only went when it was really really necessary. So I was having one of those awful periods, and my mom decided I should see a doctor. The doctor just bsically said that it would stop soon, and I wasn't anemic. That's all. No tests, nothing. I sometimes wonder if we would have insurance, if they would have looked more into it, and possibly found a way to correct the issue then.

So, years went on, and nothing ever changed. At times I didn't go to school because I would have to use the bathroom every hour or sooner. I had pretty much no pain associated with it. No cramps or anything, which is still odd to me. Then when I was 19, I was living with my grandparents in Virginia for a few months, and I got anemic from one of my infamous long periods. She demanded that I go to the doctor. Once again, no insurance, but I knew that I needed to go. I went and the doctor just talked to me about my history and then decided that I needed to go have an ultrasound done. I went and had them done, and during the procedure the technician had a hard time locating one of my ovaries. Ultimately I freaked out thinking do I not have an ovary??? So she suggested that we do a transvaginal ultrasound. After doing this she found the ovary. Since she was only a technician, she wasn't able to tell me anything. So I went a few weeks waiting to hear from the doctor. Finally a call came and I was told they found nothing wrong, and that they suggested I get on the pill to straighten my cycles out. Well this was perfectly fine for me. I didn't think I was anywhere close to needing to worry about having children. I was defininitely wrong, but I will tell you all about that later....

However, the birth control helped with straigten my cycles out, and everything was fine. Or so I thought....