Coming to Terms with Infertility and Pregnancy

Since I have CRS disease lately and I am too lazy to take a look back I am just going to make this post. I have been thinking about this since we got our BFP and I still am in constant wonder of how lucky I was.

One of the hardest things for my to accept about my PCOS and infertility diagnosis (besides the obvious of not having a baby when I wanted) was the fact that we'd never get that surprise BFP because we'd been half assed trying for a month or so, or that we'd even get to make a baby in our bedroom. In the end, it didn't matter to me how we got our baby, yet it was still something very difficult for me to come to terms with. I hated how all my other friends simply stopped taking the pill and got pregnant. It was so hard accept that it would probably not happen like that for us. After my three failed rounds of Clomid which were pure torture I was scared to go back to the RE for fear of what came next. IUIs or even IVF since he seemed to be high on that route. I was angry, furious, sad, but mostly just so let down. I had always dreamed that I'd pee on a stick one day and not be really expecting a BFP.

Yet that's how it happened. I am so happy I turned to Traditional Chinese Medicine, which for me, was acupuncture, herbs, and diet changes. I truly wanted that to work because I was terrified of the more invasive procedures, both physically and emotionally. I also BELIEVED it would work. I just never thought it would work that fast. And I certainly never thought, even when I ovulated pretty late in my cycle, that I would get pregnant, by surprise when we had sex NINE days before I ovulated. It truly was exactly what I always pictured. Life is funny that way.