I Was Diagnosed with PCOS. Let's Talk About That

First, a little explanation.

Since Joseph and I have been married, we both knew that we would love to have a decent sized family...seven children to be exact. He grew up with a lot of siblings and I had three and I love them a lot. We just wanted to the same for our children - to have siblings.

Fast forward to February 2016. We decide that we want to start having kids. I delve into research and ask other mothers questions like, how long does it take and what is normal. From what I gathered 6 months was pretty normal. 

I tried my best to patient but every month grew harder and harder. I saw my friends having babies left and right and people who got married after me were already pregnant and having children of their own. My heart ached and still, I knew that there other women out there who have been trying longer. I tried to quash my sorrow, but every month my excitement was torn to shreds before my eyes. I thought maybe the disappointment each month would get easier, but it never really does.

In November 2016 I was having an annual check up and I asked my doctor about it. At this point it had been over 6 months. She decided to have me take a blood test to check and see if everything was alright because by her opinion, we should have been pregnant already.

December came and so did my results. I had PCOS. What is PCOS, you might ask? PCOS stands for Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. A quick google search will tell you,

 "Higher than normal androgen levels in women can prevent the ovaries from releasing an egg (ovulation) during each menstrual cycle, and can cause extra hair growth and acne, two signs of PCOS."

 In reality, PCOS can vary from woman to woman and it actually more common than you think. It just seems that no one talks about it. My particular form is the one mentioned above - my body doesn't ovulate. Well, at least right now it's not. After my diagnoses I was prescribed Femara. This was supposed to help my body ovulate. It is now March and alas, I am still not pregnant.

It has now been a year. 

This month my prescription has been changed to Clomid. Clomid is supposed to help my body produce and release an egg. I am hopeful that it will work in the next coming months so that Joe and I can have a growing family.

I am writing this because I feel that this topic have been deemed a taboo. Infertility struggles are a hard topic to tackle and I just hope that this story reaches someone who needs it. There is hope (thank you modern medicine). Hold on, your time will come. Just as I struggle to wait for my time and have hope that something will work, you too, can hope for the best and stay strong.