Houston we have a problem…

When I first realized that we could be having fertility challenges, I must say it was shocking to the system. Simply put…. because I had fallen pregnant before (even though the pregnancy ended up not being viable), I was struggling to put myself in the same group of women who had trouble conceiving. I just kept thinking it was a matter of time🤷🏾‍♀️.

However every month I would tell myself not to get my hopes up, and get excited. Yet every single month I would begin a count down ‘to 9 months’ in my head, i.e. if I get pregnant this month then what month would we welcome our baby to planet earth? Each month, when Aunty Flo (period) would delay by a day or two, I would be so ecstatic and start thinking how would I announce the news to my husband. I would check Pinterest for announcement ideas. However each month when Aunty Flo eventually showed up, a little piece of my heart would be shattered💔. I would get so angry at myself for dreaming.

Why does it have to be this hard to fall pregnant????

It had been almost a year since the 2016 incident, and after a few attempts of trying for a baby naturally had failed, we decided to go consult with my gynaecologist.

I remember getting there and spewing to the poor doctor all my frustrations. She did the normal scan and only mentioned that I had one/two minor fibroids (<2cm) but that they should not be a problem. She prescribed 50mg Clomid to stimulate ovulation for three months, even though I had none of the classic signs. She thought that Clomid would definitely help with maturation of my eggs. Her assumption was that my hubby and I had a normal fertility without actually doing a thorough evaluation. And that clomid would be just the right treatment to ensure we fall preggies ASAP.

I used Clomid for three cycles but it did not work ……..