Cracked eggs!

My journey to being healthier started for many reasons, not just the liver issue I was having. As I mentioned in an earlier post, my liver became a known issue for me while at another doctor, an RE, a reproductive endocrinologist, a fancy way of saying fertility doctor. I’ll start briefly at the beginning and make this quick. Back in June of 2018, after missing my period for 3 months, my gynecologist told me not to be worried I was probably just premenopausal. When she saw the look on my face 😳 she asked why that bothered me, I explain that I still wanted kids (I had just turned 36) she then suggested I see an RE. She gave me the name of a few local ones and I began researching. For something this major, I wanted the best. I finally made a decision, and an appointment. The day of my appointment with Dr. K I was very nervous, but while in the waiting room, the doctor herself came out to get me and brought me right to her office, no nurse, no waiting on a paper covered table. That was the moment I knew I had picked the right facility! To make this shorter… i was prescribed an injection to get my period, followed by months of testing, bloodwork, ultrasounds… everything possible to try and find out what was wrong. The main things they found was that I have a blocked Fallopian tube, possible Diminished Ovarian Reserve, and abnormal prolactin levels. None of this was a huge surprise to me since after 10+ years of trying I was still childless. A year later my periods are still irregular, and becoming more painful. I was hoping diet and exercise would help all this, but that has still yet to be decided. At an appointment earlier this summer I was told I had to make a choice, I could go on birth control to try and make my periods more regular or I can attempt to get pregnant using ART, assisted reproductive technology. I knew this would come up eventually, but at this point I wasn’t expecting it, and without thinking I quickly said I wanted to try iui. However my head still wasn’t processing what had just happened. And I’m pretty sure my body language and quick change of mood did not show that this was what I wanted. I walked away and spent the next few weeks confused. I hadn’t asked any questions, and didn’t even understand what I had actually agreed to. With that being said, I wasn’t completely having second thoughts, there was no doubt in my mind I wanted a baby, but the process and choices I needed to make were still a little fuzzy. Since my insurance was going to cover IUI, I thought it was a no brainer, that was the route I was taking, and I made an appointment to go back in and talk to the doc about the procedures and what I needed to do. She made me feeling amazing when I walked in 45 lbs lighter than my last appointment and congratulated me. I found that amazingly supportive. She also walked me through the entire procedure, however, That was also when the bad news came, I found out my odds of it working were only 15%! I was devastated but figured I had to try. I left feeling defeated and decided it was time to talk to those closest to me and see what they thought. Main thing I learned… it makes people uncomfortable when you start to talk about your infertility challenges. This brings us to now. Where just a week ago I decided that 15% odds did not work for me. IVF was the route I want. With IVF my odds go to 50% and if I do embryo test I can get to 80%. Those are numbers I can feel good about. I still have lots of questions, and now another procedure I don’t fully understand, but a decision I finally feel good about, I am putting all my faith and trust in to my doctor, and praying she is as good as I have learned she is. So as you take this weight loss journey with me, you also get to follow along as I try to make my biggest dream come true… being a mom!!!!