Eeeekkkk! I am SO late getting this up, and I am so so sorry. Today is CD9 of cycle #8, and that means…I’m not pregnant. Boo. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting this past cycle to work out since I was out of town (sans Dennis), but there was a part of me that remained hopeful. A lot happened during cycle 7. I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome aka PCOS. I’m not going to repeat all the details here, but you can read all about it in my PCOS Diagnosis post.
During my OB/GYN visit at the end of April, my doctor informed me that I had gained 35lbs since my hysteroscopy in July. Holy cannoli. I knew I packed on the pounds, but to hear it said out loud by someone else was definitely an eye opener. I have been wanting this little baby so badly that I wasn’t taking care of myself. I became incredibly stressed, which resulted in emotional over-eating. While PCOS definitely played a role in my weight gain, my diet wasn’t exactly the cleanest. As a matter of fact, it was piss poor.
Today actually marks one month since I began my weight loss journey. I started at 207lbs, and I am now 198lbs! My diet still isn’t the best, but I have drastically cut back on carbs and sodas. I haven’t started an exercise routine; however, I do walk Bella to and sometimes from school…which is a 30 minute round trip.
Now let me talk about metformin. The first week, those side effects were SOMETHING ELSE. If you’ve ever been prescribed metformin, you know what I’m talking about. It did help knock 10 days off my cycle though!! I went from 52 days to 42 days. I’m hoping/praying that this cycle will be under 40 days, but I’ll be happy just to ovulate!
Now…let me talk about OVULATION! I have been researching PCOS and ovulation and how it affects conception, and I will be scheduling an appointment at a fertility clinic. Since PCOS is an endocrine disorder and not a gynecological disorder, it makes sense to visit a reproductive endocrinologist instead of an OB/GYN. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that all goes well with insurance accepting this next step…and that I’ll be put on clomid. I feel like taking metformin for 6 months like my OB/GYN suggested is only prolonging the inevitable, and I want to at least establish a pregnancy before my insurance expires in December.
I can’t believe that I’ll have been getting the TTC train rolling for an entire year at the end of June. I’m praying that by this time next year, I’ll be holding my baby. <3