Im Infertile. Bloody great. At 37 I’ve been trying for a few years now to get pregnant, and finally about a year ago went to the doctors and had a load of tests which didn’t show anything up except im 37 and overweight. After 6 months I asked for a referral to a specialist, and had the appointment in September.
More tests – which also unsurprisingly said I was 37 and overweight, and my hormone levels were that of a – you guessed it – an overweight 37 year old.
At which point the specialist suggested an AMH test (anti mullerian hormone) which I was assuming would also tell me the blindingly obvious.
Except it didnt.
It said that my ovaries were in fact about 43 years old, and basically screwed.
And then came the dreaded news – I would probably only get pregnant through IVF treatment, and even then it was a longshot.
So Im now going down the log road of tests, treatments, hormones all over the place, stress, hassle and the need to overcome the urge to wallop any new mothers over the head for the unfairness of it all.
Ive decided to blog this after reading a really funny book: IVF Fertility goddess. It was hysterically funny, and i decided that I can either cry all the way through this process, or laugh about it and share the absurd things I am about to go through.
I choose to laugh. I actually like laughing – a lot. And while there will probably be tears (lots of them) along the way – it doesn’t mean we can’t laugh as well.
