After being married about a year and a half, we started talking about TTC. My mom had never had trouble getting pregnant so I never had a second thought about it.
But then the months passed. We went from not really feeling ready to wondering what was taking so long to getting worried. We moved to a new community in the middle of this. After a year passed I decided I should find an infertility specialist. I found a local RE and hesitantly made an appointment.
By this point, I was thankfully no longer obese, but I still was technically over weight. After a few cycles and a lot of blood work, I was finally diagnosed. She told me I had PCOS, and that she could help me. I didn't really understand what it meant or how to help myself. She put me on metformin and clomid. The clomid didn't end up working for me. She kept me on the metformin and I didn't realize at the time, but I was losing weight at a slightly faster rate. Still not super fast, but closer to normal. After several failed cycles (clomid, injections, etc.) and lots of tears (finding out someone who had just gotten married was pregnant within a few months right after a failed cycle/ people innocently asking my in-laws when we would make them grandparents), came the best and worst cycle ever. My doctor mentioned possibly moving to artificial insemination or IVF. We discussed with our Rabbi and agreed (as we were hesitant still) to try one more cycle before heading down that path.
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