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I was diagnosed with PCOS and to be honest it didnt mean that too much to me. I was quite happy only having a couple of periods a year! Then met the love of my life and one night after him joking 'you're not pregnant are you' had to sit and tell him that was most unlikely and why. I just hoped he wouldnt leave me for some girl who functioned. Of course, he didnt. He scrugged shrugged and said 'we'll adopt then' (could I have loved him more at that point, I dount doubt it!) So, we got married and had a fabulous lifestyle for a couple of years and then decided to start a family. At this point, everyman and his wife was falling pregnant. Anyone else notice that? As soon as you want (and cant have) a baby EVERYONE else does! It was on the television, my friends, every other person in the street seemed to have a bump, prams ramming into you, almost taunting you in the shops (you calling the mother under your breath for daring to bring a pram out on a Saturday!)
After a couple of years trying and nothing happening (they put me on various levels of clomid) we started IVF at Liverpool Womens Hospital. Everything went well with my treatment and at the end of it I had a perfect 8 cell embryo put back. I prayed it would work. Didnt believe it, but prayed nontheless! On the morning of the test i did it, climbed back in bed and said 'it wont have worked' ... it did. I couldnt believe it. However, at 6 weeks it went away. As did our hopes and dreams. I became very bitter, I suddenly couldnt bare anyone talking babies. I hated the fact people had started walking on eggshells round me. I had images of myself turning into crazy cat woman who had 500 cats and children would walk past my houseand point at scary cat lady. I didnt have a shred of happiness to offer anyone falling pregant. All the time my over positive husband kept telling me 'it will be our turn soon'. He just believed it.
We started our second round of IVF, but this time I had to do something. I had to take away that awful feeling of hopelessness and what will be will be. I am a control freak and I think this is what bothered me so much about the whole thing. I couldnt do anything to make it work. So, this time I took every supplement know to help and I had accupuncture every week. I drank gallons of milk to get good eggs and warmed my tummy with a hot water bottle before they were put back in. We went for egg collection and I had 19. We got the phone call that there were 2 looking good but not brillant and after 3 days I had them put back. I instantly thought they werent 'perfect 8 cellers' and just thought, it wont work. I started a five year plan of how we would keep funding IVF until it worked. Talk about negativity!
It didwork. That moment of seeing a positive line getting darker as the days go on was a feeling of total joy that it had worked and total horror that it could all go away again. At 7 weeks we went for the scan and we casually told 'they're both fine' TWINS! Panic and joy still mixed in with the horror of them going sent me into a complete meltdown! That along with horrible morning sickness! I couldnt bare waiting till 12 weeks and paid for a scan at 9 weeks, 11 weeks and then the magical 12 weeks scan came and went.