Well, you may or may not know that I've been going to a fertility specialist Dr in hopes of getting pregnant again. I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). This means that I make lots of little immature follicles instead of one large one with an egg each month. On my own, I would ovulate every 3-6 months... making trying to conceive pretty challenging.
This is my 4th month on Clomid (a drug that blocks your Estrogen receptors in your brain, making it believe it needs to make more of the hormones that cause ovulation). No, this does not mean I'll be the next octomom. Women on clomid only have an increased chance of twins, but I only produce one egg per cycle even on Clomid.
Since I've been ovulating on Clomid, but haven't gotten pg obviously... my Dr did a biopsy last week. What he found is that I have Polyps inside my uterus. This doesn't make it impossible to get pg (I probably had them when I was pg with Sophia), but it makes it very difficult for the egg to implant in the uterine wall. This means even if an egg fertilized, it would probably not be able to attach itself to the lining and I would lose it without ever knowing.
What this all means is that I need surgery to remove these polyps. The nurse will be calling today to set up my surgery... probably for 2-3 weeks from now. The surgery doesn't scare me that much, after going through scoliosis surgery when I was 13... and having my back broken, a rib taken out, and rods and screws put in my back. I'm mostly just annoyed at finding another way my body is screwed up. I keep thinking what a miracle (more than we even realized) it was when I got pregnant with Sophia. Sometimes I think maybe she was my only chance at a biological child.
Speaking of Sophia, her should-be 1st Birthday is coming up on Sept 4th, this Friday. I hope everyone that knew her either in life or about her afterwards, will be thinking of her that day. I hope she is happy wherever she is, and knows how very much she is loved and missed every second of every day.