Let me preface this by saying there are MANY women out there who have struggled with getting pregnant, and I by no means can compare my situation to any of those ladies who went through hell and back to have a baby. My story is just my story, and I’m always happy to share.
It sounds crazy but with both babies, just like clockwork, I got pregnant four months after going off the pill. I’ve been on the pill since 10th grade to help with period cramps and bad skin. When the time came to go off the pill, I was so nervous about what was going to happen to me since I really didn’t remember life without it!
After going off the pill, I definitely went through a few mood swings. When I began trying to get pregnant, I imagined it would happen right away. That was absolutely false. Well, in some lucky cases it may not be false, but for the majority of women, it takes some time! The first month I found out I was not pregnant, I was so confused. I didn’t understand why it didn’t happen. (CRAZY, I know). Once I realized I wasn’t necessarily going to get pregnant right away, it became my mission. I needed to get pregnant. It took over my mind, my body, my life.
The second month went by and I was not pregnant again. I went to go get checked. It was irrational thinking, but I can be an irrational hypochondriac sometimes so it seemed pretty on par for me. I went to a doctor and got all of these tests done. The doctor told me that I had PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome) based on some blood work. She immediately put me on medication.
The third month comes around and I’m still not pregnant. I decided to go to a different doctor to get some things checked. This doctor ended up delivering both of my babies. She was shocked no one did an ultrasound to confirm PCOS. She told me I DID NOT have PCOS and to stop taking the medication, so I stopped immediately.
I enjoyed the fourth month of trying. I tried not to focus my WHOLE life around getting pregnant. I drank wine, I went out with my husband and just had fun. Of course, that’s when I got pregnant!
It’s funny, the second time around I blacked out everything. I really had zero memory of what I went through to get pregnant the first time (I also had zero memory of the first pregnancy and labor). It felt like new all over again.
With my second pregnancy, I again went off the pill and tried for a few months. During the fourth month, it was after the middle of the month, but the stick kept saying not pregnant. I went to the doctor to get blood work done to confirm and she sadly called me later that day to tell me that I already ovulated and was, in fact, not pregnant.
She didn’t seem concerned and said try again next month. A week later, I came home from my little sister’s bachelorette party and did not get a period. I took a test again (even knowing the blood work confirmed it wouldn’t happen this month) and it said in big letters PREGNANT.
It was so crazy! I still don’t really understand what happened here. I was doing acupuncture, using ovulation sticks (which I think are horrible) and everything else under the sun to try and get pregnant, it makes no sense.
I have many theories about how and when I ovulated when I did and why the blood work came out the way it did. But at the end of the day, what I learned is that you can sit and dissect why something happened or didn’t happen and it’s really the luck of the draw.
I feel very lucky and blessed that both my girls were fairly easy to get pregnant with, although in my mind it was such a stressful time because it’s all I wanted. I thank my lucky stars every day that I have my two girls, and I conceived them when I did. They chose me.