This blog documents my journey dealing with infertility and my efforts to procure a tiny human. As well as my efforts to not go insane in the process. And everything else that happens along the way. Like trying to take this writing thing seriously.
I was diagnosed with Premature Ovarian Failure / Primary Ovarian Insufficiency / Diminished Ovarian Reserve at age 35. Having lived with endometriosis for 15 years I knew I might have some fertility issues but I never ever thought I’d be running out of eggs and entering menopause 10-15 years too early. My body is like a yo-yo – sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. For no apparent reason. And sometimes it likes to throw new problems at me. The Diminished Ovarian Reserve wasn’t enough to contend with. I apparently also have Adenomyosis. And just recently, after hiding out for several years, my Endometriosis has decided to make a comeback. As did my ovaries and my AMH…so maybe I don’t have POF. My body.. it keeps us guessing.
As for the rest of my life… when I’m not obsessing over
the number of follicles I have how to procure a tiny human or having PTSD flashbacks from ectopic pregnancies, I enjoy traveling, nature photography, live music and wine. I’m an INTJ which explains why I’m also a bit of a techy geek. I cared for my father for 6.5 years while he beat lung cancer not once but twice. It left him weakened in both body and spirit. His third cancer took him in June 2011. I seem to have inherited his odds – He had a 1% chance of still being alive after 2 lung cancers. I’m not sure what the odds are of having two unrelated ectopic pregnancies but I think they are pretty low. Somebody get me a lottery ticket STAT.
Cast of Characters:
Right Guy is my live-in boyfriend. He’s a pediatric oncologist who’s usually at the hospital. Making a baby may prove even more difficult with his schedule. Marriage is likely going to happen, but again… the schedule is brutal. And making things “official” is just not high on the priority list at the moment.
is was my father. He was in a wheelchair after 2 bouts with cancer and I took care of him. He wasn’t very good at taking care of himself. But he was an awesome Dad.
Momz is my mother. She’s, well… a bit NUTS.
The Kittehs refers to the three cats Right Guy and I have. They are our “furbabies.”
OldRE was my RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist, aka fertility doc) before I moved. She got me through A LOT. I still consult her for 2nd, 3rd, 4th opinions.
NewRE(s) is the new RE and her colleague (aka NewRE2). I don’t ever get just one any more. My case is too weird so the entire practice is usually involved. The upside is that I get a built-in 2nd opinion.
They don’t appear often but there were a few posts about them so I guess they make the list:
Wrong Guy is my ex-husband and The Ogress is his wife – the woman he cheated on me with and later married. And ExMIL would would be Wrong Guy’s mother who I still stay in touch with periodically.
As the blog expands and I stop trying to get myself pregnant and start writing about other things we now have a few new characters to add to the mix:
The kiddos are my nieces and nephew. Known as Niece, LilNiece & Nephew.
B is the amazing woman who has offered to be a gestational carrier and carry our baby for us.
If all these abbreviations confused you then you should check out the Alphabet Soup page.
You can contact me at XmarxTheFox AT gmail DOT com.