Let The Journey Begin!

We have officially decided that this is the last month of birth control. Our journey from a couple to a family of three is about to begin!

We don't expect this to be easy. The last year and a half has been eye-opening, painful, and worrisome; less than six months after we said 'I do', I was diagnosed with Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome, or PCOS. We were relieved that I hadn't suffered a miscarriage, but I was devastated - even though the doctor told me my case is fairly mild, I had the fear that I would never be able to be a mother.

My own mother smiled the way moms do and told me not to put too much thought into the diagnosis. She said that age 19, she was told that she would never be able to conceive. Three years later, I came along, and soon after me came three more children. I try to hold on to that thought.

My doctor immediately put me on Metformin, 1500mg per day. She also prescribed a low-dose birth control pill so that I wouldn't get pregnant while she tried to fix me. I had no real outward symptoms, that I knew of, to give me a clue that I was broken: I had regular cycles, never really had bad cramps, and had a pretty normal sex drive. After visiting with my doctor and getting blood tests and every kind of probing possible, I didn't know what to think. I did find out that my trouble losing weight was hormonal, as was the very unladylike mustache (something you could only see in the right light; seriously, a few minutes with a tweezer and it was gone). The months since have been filled with sporadic cysts, emotional roller coaster rides, and some pretty unpleasant pharmaceutical side effects.

We are about to celebrate our second wedding anniversary. Headed into our third year of wedded bliss, we will be dreaming of three. Join us for the journey?