It’s Me…

Picking up right where I left off. Read the previous post here.

So, my ob/gyn never followed up, never ordered additional testing. This was in February 2019, six months into trying for a baby. My sister had just had a baby (although no stings yet, we were still technically REALLY early into the trying process). We did “timed” intercourse, basal body temp checks, ovulation tests, etc. for months.

It obviously wasn’t working so we decided to “relax” a little – since that’s what most people insist on doing when you tell them you’ve been trying for months, years, decades, whatever they see fit. We decided to get a puppy, Mila. She’s a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and the literal highlight of our life. She has brought both of us SO much joy and has helped tremendously with my anxiety. If you looked up the word “diva” in the dictionary, her picture would be right next to it. She’s been our little travel buddy – the first two weeks we had her, we planned a trip to Austin for our anniversary (April 2019 was two years) and she was an ANGEL.

So, since we had no human baby, we decided to plan another trip and go to 30A in Florida. Planning trips always a) keeps my mind off of anything negative going on and b) helps me NOT obsess over not being pregnant by keeping fun things planned ahead of us. While waiting for our trip, we officially hit the one-year mark of trying: August 2019. I knew it was time to see a fertility specialist but I’ll be honest. I was so scared to find out that something was wrong with ME. I would be the reason we were having trouble starting a family.

We took our trip to the beach in September. I started a new job in October. Thanksgiving and Christmas – well, holidays are always crazy, right? Time just honestly got away from us. Before we knew it, another six months had gone by. Then, COVID hit. If anything could kill a buzz, it’s a pandemic that shuts the world down, including doctors & non-life-threatening procedures. It was just a really weird time to go to the doctor. Everyone was pretty scared to catch the virus and unless you absolutely HAD to get out, you avoided it. I was working from home 100% and Jason was still in the office. Getting to the grocery store was insane – milk, bread, toilet paper was off the shelves. COVID made it very difficult for us to see a specialist and it was time. Frustrating was an understatement.

April 2020 – negative test after negative test, I decided to call my ob/gyn to see if she’d at least order a sperm analysis. This was the easiest and least invasive thing we could do and she agreed so Jason went and had a sperm analysis done at a fertility clinic. Shortly after, we got the results back and they said they didn’t see anything too worrisome but they did want him to see a urologist.

He made the appointment with the urologist who said there was absolutely nothing wrong with his sperm that would cause issues getting pregnant.

Okay great, then it’s me.