*cue dreamy music* Let me take you back to where it all began. I am writing in retrospect so things may be a bit fuzzy, but this is my interpretation of how it all went down and or in lots of cases, went up.
Ever since I was a little girl (bear with me, I am not taking you back that far for too long) I wanted to be a mother. That’s all I ever wanted to be. No dreams of pursuing a career, or winning the Nobel prize when I was little; all I wanted was to be a mother. Fast forward 20 years and here I am trying to accomplish this dream (while trying to pursue a career) and realize it’s not that easy.
My husband and I had been married for a little over a year before we decided to “try.” We were sure I was pregnant with twins after the first month. That’s called optimism, folks. After 4 months of trying and still no sign of a cycle, I thought that maybe I should have things checked out. The only thing discovered was my “non-existent” lining and estradiol level. I was probably closer to being a man than my husband, hormonally speaking. Except that my testosterone and androgen levels were completely normal. What gives?
Because I am writing this retrospectively, this may be a stream of consciousness. Or I may include excerpts from my journal that I have been keeping along the way. So, sit back, relax, and join the party!