It's funny, growing up you always just assume your life will follow a certain path. Study, find a job, meet someone and fall in love, get married, and as easy as pie, you will have 2.5 kids and live happily ever after.
So, when you are 30yrs old, sitting in the office of a fertility specialist and being told that your chances of conceiving a child naturally are about zero to nothing, you suddenly have a lot of questions. The first one being, what did I ever do in my life that was so bad that I deserve this???
Ok, let me back up...
The first thing we were told was that I had Stage 3 Endometriosis. With Stage 1 being the least and Stage 4 being the worst, mine was apparently very bad and I was immediately given a date for my Laparoscopy (27 July).
We were then given instructions to go for a few tests, namely bloods, sperm analysis (DH) and HSG Xray (me) over the next 2 weeks.
After all the tests were done and dusted, we went back to see Dr J and that was when we were given the devastating news. A combination of my low ovarian reserve and high FSH levels and DH's sperm clumping together, was making it virtually impossible to fall pregnant naturally. Our options were Artificial Imsemination (this would only work if the volume of my ovaries were found to be acceptable at my Lap) or IVF.
IVF ...(everytime he said the letters I cringed). I sat there fighting back tears. I could see Dr J's lips move but suddenly it felt like the world around me was on mute. The ringing in my ears got louder and louder and all I could think about was getting out of there so that I could maintain what was left of my dignity.
Ok, let me back up...
The first thing we were told was that I had Stage 3 Endometriosis. With Stage 1 being the least and Stage 4 being the worst, mine was apparently very bad and I was immediately given a date for my Laparoscopy (27 July).
We were then given instructions to go for a few tests, namely bloods, sperm analysis (DH) and HSG Xray (me) over the next 2 weeks.
After all the tests were done and dusted, we went back to see Dr J and that was when we were given the devastating news. A combination of my low ovarian reserve and high FSH levels and DH's sperm clumping together, was making it virtually impossible to fall pregnant naturally. Our options were Artificial Imsemination (this would only work if the volume of my ovaries were found to be acceptable at my Lap) or IVF.
IVF ...(everytime he said the letters I cringed). I sat there fighting back tears. I could see Dr J's lips move but suddenly it felt like the world around me was on mute. The ringing in my ears got louder and louder and all I could think about was getting out of there so that I could maintain what was left of my dignity.
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