I’ve begun this blog, as many do, as a place to gather my scattered thoughts. It serves no other purpose, so I’ll jump right in… Yesterday I had my first appointment with a new (to me) OB/Gyn specialist. I chose him specifically because his specialty with OB/Gyn is fertility and I need some help. My husband and I have been trying to conceive since our wedding 3.5 years ago, to no avail. I will qualify that with the fact that I’ve had some health issues which have affected libido and possibly fertility during that time, so thetrying hasn’t been steady and/or fast and furious, if you will. Nonetheless, as I close in on 40 – I’ll be 39 in December – we decided it was time to get some help. He did some tests and asked a lot of questions, presented me with a number of options and made a recommendation. Hubby and I discussed our options and we’ve decided to go forward with option 1. Option 1 involves his getting a semen analysis and me taking Clomid. The Clomid will ensure ovulation and good egg production (we hope).
I KNOW I’m meant to be a mama and I have high hopes for this course of action. Through this long time of trying and thinking I have found out a few things about myself. One is that I need to be a parent, another is that I don’t have to actually give birth to the child. My husband, however, is hesitant at this point about adoption, so we’ll go ahead with this course for a bit and then move on, if the time comes. We have two nieces and a third on the way and my heart and arms literally ache each time I hold them.
