April 29th, 1993; I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. My diabetes has always been in control and I've never be in denial about it.
Sometime between 1999-2000; I was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism. This was caused at very young age due to the diabetes (I probably would have ended up with it anyway, considering pretty much everyone in my family has it, it was just diagnosed very early).
December 2000; I move to Texas and meet Derek. From the first time I saw him I knew he was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
Fast Forward...
January 16th, 2004; Derek and I go on our first date. We went to see Big Fish and afterwords went to Ihop because they eat waffles in the movie and it put us both in the mood for breakfast.
January 17th, 2004; Derek asks me to be his girlfriend. I say yes.
Fast Forward;
June 17th, 2006; Derek and I get married. It was the most beautiful wedding ever, and we have no proof of it because the photographer loaded the film wrong and the video that my uncle took messed up (probably fixable, just haven't ever done tried).
October 2007; We decided to get a dog. My mom found him in the middle of the road, and he was just so cute and smart and sweet, we couldn't let her take him to the shelter, so we brought him home. It took several days to decide on a name, but we finally settled on Pippin from Lord of the Rings.
May 29th, 2008; I start on an insulin pump to eventually get me ready to get pregnant. Diabetes is a lot easier to manage whilst pregnant when you're on the pump. I decided to start pumping at least a year before we start trying so that if I got pregnant right away, the pump would be second nature and I wouldn't be trying to learn how to do the pump while trying to figure out being pregnant at the same time.
June 18th, 2009; We bought our first house. It's a tiny little thing, but we love it. Definitely first home material.
July 2009; Finished my last pack of birth control and didn't start a new one. We had decided to start actively trying sometime in October and I wanted to be off the pill for a couple of months before we started trying so that it was out of my system. My first couple of periods were very normal, and then in November I had a 56 day cycle. I really thought then that we had done it! We had gotten pregnant on our first try. But then the day before Thanksgiving, I started my period. No big deal, it was just our first try. After that my cycles really went however they so pleased. I would go from having a 56 day cycle to having a 29 day cycle the next month, then back to a 45 day cycle the next and so on and so forth.
August 18th, 2009; I decided Pippin needed a buddy in his "big" new house, so Derek and I went to the animal shelter and adopted Oliver. He was a mean little cuss in the beginning, but after years of work, he's pretty sweet now (just don't touch his hands. Or get near his food).
July 2010; My cycles finally decided they had figured out what they wanted and settled on a 32 cycle. They were like that for another year. With them finally be short and predictable, I was able to finally track ovulation with daily ovulation tests. Still we went month after month not getting pregnant.
September 2011; For the first time in over a year, my period was late. And by late, I mean I was on day 48, and still no period. I really thought then that we had finally done it. But on September 13th, I started my period. I finally broke down and called a doctor. It was something I was hoping we could avoid because I was truly afraid of what they would tell me. It was most likely something to do with me, but what if it was Derek's fault we couldn't pregnant? Male infertility usually isn't fixable. Or what if I was just infertile for no reason? Unexplained infertility. It wasn't something I could handle hearing until that fateful day my period started. I made an appointment with a fertility specialist and called my mom to cry and tell her what was going on.
September 26th, 2011; After talking with the doctor about everything that was going on, he decided to do an ultrasound because he said it sounded like I had Polycystic Ovaries. I don't have all the normal symptoms of PCOS, so that is NOT what he diagnosed me with. The cause of this is because of the Hypothyroidism, which again, I was diagnosed with at a very young age due to the diabetes. It's one of the only times in my whole life that I have been angry about being diabetic. There was a lot of information that was thrown at me that day, and I'm still not sure what all I was told. I just knew that I needed to come back in the next time I started my period and they would do another ultrasound and start me on Clomid. I thought FINALLY! Finally I have a chance at getting pregnant. This is great news. Derek also went for his test, and that came back normal, so it was all me. This was even better news.
October 2011; After a 45 day cycle, I finally start my period and get my appointment all set up for the next day. There were no cysts on my ovaries, so I got the prescription for Clomid and headed to check out. That's when the bombshell was dropped. My insurance wasn't paying for any of the treatments that I was receiving at this doctor. And for the appointment that day, the one in September, and the one I was supposed to have at the end of that week, it was all going to come to a little over $1,000. My heart stopped. We couldn't afford that. My dreams were, once again, crushed. So I asked how much it would be for just that day and the previous appointment and paid for half of that.
So now that brings us to this week. After 4 rounds of Clomid 50mg, I'm still not pregnant. I called to see if there was any way that a higher dosage could be called in without me having to come in, but they said no. I have to have a baseline ultrasound done (which is $240 out of pocket) to make sure there are no cysts present before starting another round of Clomid.
So I just decided to fully and completely hand it over to God and ask for prayers from my friends and family. My mom and older sister have been aware of what's going on for awhile. Since my older sister has been married 2 years longer than I have been, and has had trouble staying pregnant, she was someone I could talk to about this. I didn't want to tell my two younger sisters because there was no way for them to relate to me. When my younger sister got married a few weeks ago I decided it was time for them to know, so I asked my youngest sister to pray for me, and my newly married sister had figured it out along the way but had never said anything since I hadn't out-rightly told her. After debating on whether I should give all the details on Facebook or not, I finally decided that I didn't want everyone to know what was going on, it's too personal, so I just said that I have an unspoken prayer request that pertained to my little family, and if they preferred to pray for specific things I would be more than happy to privately message anyone with what it was. I got a huge response from it, and not one person asked what it was for. A couple of them already know what's going on, and I did get a message from a dear friend of my parents that asked if she could specifically do anything for me and I told her all anyone could do for me at the moment was pray. I tried to sound, as best I could, like it wasn't life threatening. Not sure if it worked though :)
So, that's about it, I think. Hopefully I won't have to post for too long about how I'm not pregnant.
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