I'm a 37 year old woman who, after 3.5 years of trying to conceive, finally gave birth to a beautiful boy on August 26, 2005.
I live in Park Slope, Brooklyn. We moved here in the year 2000 with visions of second bedrooms dancing in our heads and start trying to conceive not long after.
After many months, I saw my first double line, but that pregnancy ended in a very early miscarriage. It took me almost a year after that to finally make an appointment with an RE and begin treatment: a questionable HSG, a laparoscopy, and several cycles of Clomid. After that, we pushed on to 3 injectable IUIs, the last of which ended with a chemical pregnancy.
After that, as we were saving our nickles for our first IVF, the unexpected happen: we got pregnant on our own. After initial good signs--many positive HPTs and a doubling beta--things took a turn for the worse at the first ultrasound. Eventually, I was diagnosed with a presumed ectopic pregnancy, treated with methotrexate, and sent home to lick my wounds.
Finally, in November/December 2004, we began our first IVF cycle, ending with an improbably positive beta of 14.3. After some nail biting weeks, my RE discharged me to an OB's care with the surprising presumption that I was pregnant and due August 25, 2005.
When our son was a year old, just after we had returned to our RE to talk about cycling again, I found out I was pregnant again, the old fashioned way. We were shocked but thrilled and after an uneventful pregnancy, our daughter was born on June 1, 2007.
Welcome to my world.
