Our journey began in October 2013. Well, maybe it begins before that. After all, I spent 32 years of my life never really wanting children. I thought my motherly instinct was defunct, and my biological clock was permanently off.
And yet, when I pictured my future, which in my mind was still so ridiculously far away (I still don't believe I am in my 30's), I pictured a kid. It was a very fuzzy picture, but it was there. So I kept waiting for that switch to go off, that call to be a mother to sound with fury. But the truth is that's just not how it happened for me. I knew where I wanted to go, and although I didn't feel ready (okay, I was terrified) for the steps it took to get there, I knew they had to be done, and so I dipped my toes into the trying to conceive (TTC) waters.
I vowed I would never become one of those "crazy" women who timed their cycles, or who cried when the test was negative. At risk of giving away the ending: I now refer to this as the blissfully ignorant stage.
Cut to 6 months later, and a conversation with a friend who struggled for years TTC, and I started to get a little more serious. I peed on a lot of things, quite frankly. But still no success.
Another 5 months went by. For those of you doing the math, and with a basic understanding of what constitutes infertility, we were now only one month shy of infertility. For those of you who don't know, Resolve defines infertility as:
"...the inability to conceive or carry a pregnancy to term after 12 months of trying to conceive. If you are over the age of 35, the time of trying to conceive is reduced to 6 months. It is important to see a specialist, or a Reproductive Endocrinologist, or in some cases your OB/Gyn or urologist for a complete fertility work-up and diagnosis."
And so off to the Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE) we went.