6/2011 First date. Stayed out too late on a school night drinking margaritas. Am I the only adult who still calls them school nights even though they’re now actually ‘work’ nights?
9/2012 Got married. Everyone started taking bets on how long it would be until I was pregnant. I’ve sort of always been a little mom-ish. No one guessed past 9 months out.
10/2014 Bought a house and threw out those pesky nightly pills.
12/2014 Officially started trying. Bought OPK’s and everything.
8/2015 Started using the Fertility Friend app after a friend suggested it, along with temping with a BBT. Began questioning if we had even been “timing” it right all this time…
11/2015 Told OBGYN we had been trying for a year (yeah, tell me you didn’t fudge this a little too to get the testing process started…). Was scheduled for a blood test to confirm I was ovulating (I was), an SA for the mister, and then an HSG for me.
12/2015 Since the “slightly increased chance of conceiving after an HSG” didn’t work for us, my OBGYN referred us to a specialist. Who’s location was way inconvenient. We went instead to a place about 4 minutes from home.
1/2016 Consult with RE
2/2016 Follow-up with RE where we were told there was a good chance this would never happen (naturally) for us. RE wants to aggressively pursue IVF.
5/2016 First IVF cycle starts 5/6. ER on 5/18. ET on 5/23. Resulted in BFN.
7/2016 FET cycle starts 7/4. FET on 7/25. Resulted in BFP!
Unplanned Infertility 