I am infertile. There, I said it. I avoided it for as long as I could but the simple fact is, my husband and I have been "trying" for almost a year and a half. I know that doesn't compare to what some women have gone through but it's still a long time.
My husband and I were married in September, 2011. Because I was already 35 at the time, we started trying right away. The first few months were exciting. Ooh, am I pregnant? I feel a little nauseous. Every time I spotted I wondered if it was implantation bleeding. Of course, it never was.
After the first few tries, the fun faded. I started tracking my temp and peeing on ovulation tests. Sex became more and more of a chore - "we have to" because it's close to ovulation. I started reading all the blogs, the books, the articles. I ovulated - the sticks, my temp, and my every 28 days without fail period all say I do - but nothing more. I am type A to the core - I am not accustomed to failing at things. I kept thinking if we tried harder we'd just get it. S
Once, we thought we had done it. I had a hot flash. Never had one before, never since. Immediately jumped online and googled hot flash and pregnancy and of course it can be a symptom. But lo and behold there came my period without fail.
After 6 months we went to see my primary care physician. She ordered an ultrasound and blood work. Ah, my first appointment with the lovely transvaginal ultrasound wand. How naive I still was. Ultrasound showed nothing to indicate infertility. Blood work was just fine. No answers.
My husband, we'll call him Paul because that's his name, did his test too. Let's just say he was beyond fine. It's definitely not him.
My doctor recommended we try for a few more months then make an appointment with a specialist - Dr. B. We tried. We failed. We called Dr. B.
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