My Gyno Is Like Columbus, Always Making New Discoveries

It's been a while since my last post, mostly because there was so much going on I wasn't sure which topic to write about. There's the usual updates about my uterus, as well as a few new thoughts to ponder on muffin tops, the Goodwill, people riding their bikes with no hands while carrying their baby in a front pack.... So you can see I was torn. Today however, I'm continuing with my angry uterus.

To catch you up to speed, I was on Clomid. Unfortunately, that victory went to my uterus, as the Clomid didn't work. We have thus decided to concede power to my uterus, and wave the theoretical white flag.

After a lot of talking and weighing the options, we have decided to adopt. This was always a plan of ours, we just thought it was going to be after another one of our own children.  Now some have said we didn't try long enough, or that once we go down that adoption road we're sure to get pregnant! Don't give up! But I believe strongly that things happen for a reason. We all have a path laid out before us, (whether we choose to go down it however, is another thing). I find myself, as I know many others do, praying for that big neon sign from God! "Can't you just make is easy for me?"  Well, as I thought about it, I did get a big neon sign when I started my period on Mother's Day, (insert cymbal clash here) after being on Clomid. "Got it Big Guy. Thanks." He has a dry sense of humor, doesn't He.

Now on to my Gyno. It seems every trip to the crotch doc delivers a great big bundle of crap tied in a fancy bow that costs $400.  This last venture has caused me to start calling my doc Christopher, as in Columbus, because, as the title says, he's always finding new, not really exciting discoveries.  This last excursion revealed a not-so fun, but otherwise ah-ha moment for us all.  Satellite images show what appears to be base camp for an army of cysts holding strong inside my ovaries.  Now my Gyno has morphed into my personal George W. finding WMD's buried inside my girlie parts.  Diagnosis, PCOS (Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome) and, drum roll please, Endometriosis! Both of which have been contributing factors to my fertility issues.

So, now that we know the culprits behind it all, it seems that adoption, for us, is the right decision. Yes you can get pregnant with both of these problems, after they are taken care of. That, however, could take some time. I have to go back on birth control in hopes to get rid of them both, and in 2 months see how I am feeling. If I'm not better, then the next option is surgery. Woo-hoo! 

I have always wanted to adopt, since I was 4 years old!  So my husband and I truly feel this is what God has in store for us.  It was hard to get pregnant with Dom, and it has proved to be hard again. And with the giant, huge, massive arrows I feel are being shown to me for which direction to take, I just thank God for my son, and look forward to meeting the child God has chosen for us :)

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And you thought the Easter Bunny bringing eggs was weird...

So now that we've begun our wondrous journey into all that is fertility issues, we find ourselves on the first stepping stone made of lots of pills and, well, practice. My Easter gift was in the shape of a little round pill named Clomid. The little dear makes it's way into my ovaries and causes them to spit out bushels of eggs.  Now whether or not one of those decides to take up residence in my uterus, is yet to be known. All I know is that the chances of twins goes from 1 in 80 to 1 in 10-20. Yikes! I have friends that have been successful on Clomid, read of some who have not, and I've only heard of one person actually having twins from it. I'm sure there are many more, but it is a little reassuring to hear.  As my luck goes, I'll probably be the "1 in 20", but I guess we'll have to wait and see. All I know is in the mean time, I'm mentally preparing for the cold hard truth that, I may have to get a mini van.....