So, here I am trying to figure out a way to cope with infertility. Here is a little background information about our struggle through this nightmare.
My husband and I have been married since June 26th, 2010. We were so excited to be able to tell our child later on that they were conceived on the beautiful island of Jamaica. That was our first experience with only one pink line.
In February of 2011 we were fortunate to get jobs out of college, and we moved to Syracuse, NY. We had no idea that right in this city was an amazing fertility clinic that would soon become a very familiar place to us.
Over the last three and a half years we have been through numerous doctor's visits, 1 laparoscopy (which by the way was the first time ever that I was put ever in surgery), 2 HSG testings, 6 Clomid cycles, 4 IUI procedures, and I can't count how many needles stuck in me (by my husband or nurse).
All that to hear, "you have unexplained infertility". Well darn, what did I do to the Universe to deserve this?
This journey has tested my patience, my faith, my understanding of the human race, and has made me into a crying machine.
I hope that this blog will allow me to get things out that I usually keep bottled in, and really help to cope if number 42 is not our double pink line.
By the way I am posting under my husband's account :)
