Those of you who know me or have been following my blog for a while know about my struggles with PCOS. If you are new to the blog, you can read all about it here. Thanks to my previous post on this, I realised how many of my friends struggle with the same issue. Today I just wanted to address whether PCOS has affected us getting pregnant with our baby girl and how we found out we were expecting!
We knew that due to my hormonal imbalance it may take us longer to get pregnant. We have decided to start trying pretty early on. I came off contraception and we decided to see what happens. We heard that women could be more fertile after giving birth and we had hoped this would work in our favour. This time around we wanted to be prepared so I bought these ovulation tests to know when I was ovulating. I have never done these before, but due to my irregular periods I though this would help us understand how my cycle works.
A month before I got pregnant, I had a scan to check in what condition my ovaries were. Things were looking pretty good so we were hopeful. We ended up being very lucky. We got pregnant on our third try! However, it was my first ever experience of seeing a negative pregnancy test when I so hoped it was positive. My heart breaks for all those couples struggling with infertility…. I hope you see those two lines very soon!
Now…. How did we find out? We were in Spain for a week when the Covid situation got a bit better, as our friends were getting married. I remember getting ready for the wedding and looking at myself in the mirror thinking I have been feeling and looking really bloated recently. Then, a few days after the wedding I just knew. I don’t know why as I had no typical pregnancy symptoms but I just knew. However, I had to wait until we got home to take a test. I didn’t say anything to Aleix because I wanted to be sure. As soon as we came home after our flight (it was around 2am) I ran to the bathroom and there they were…. The two lines we have been waiting for. I ran downstairs to tell future daddy of two and the rest is history…
I feel so fortunate to be pregnant with our second baby as I know not everyone gets to be this lucky. If this is what you are hoping for then I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you. I hope that 2021 is the year your dreams come true! xx
Hope everyone’s having a great Friday. Time for part 2 of the story I posted last week. Today I’ll tell you about how and when we found out we were going to be a baby, our initial reactions and the first changes to my body.
Like I have mentioned previously, we have decided to finish the contraception I was on and change after my period – that must’ve been early to mid January. However, those of you who have PCOS know that your periods can be very irregular so I wasn’t sure when that would happen. I have booked a surprise Valentine’s trip to Budapest for us earlier in the year and I remember looking at myself in the mirror in Budapest thinking ‘damn my breasts look huge, my period must be coming soon’. After we returned to London I booked an appointment with my GP to get the new pills as I was convinced it was coming any day now. For some reason they didn’t have an appointment that worked for me so they finally booked me in for mid March. I remember talking to my mum and telling her that my period is taking forever again, but I didn’t think twice about it giving my PCOS.
Then, in the beginning of March I was speaking to my best friend telling her how long it’s been since my period and she asked me if I took a pregnancy test. That hasn’t even crossed my mind and I’ve never ever in my life done a pregnancy test. I know, I’m weird. I told her it was impossible, but she convinced me to do it just so we can rule pregnancy out. On my lunch break at work I popped out to the shop to get a test, went to the bathroom, peed on the stick and within 3 seconds I saw it. The line.
I was so shocked I had no clue what to do. It had to be a mistake, but I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I went back to my office trying to keep it cool and let me tell you one thing – I was faaaar from cool. My first thought was calling my boyfriend and telling him, but he was away in Brussels with work so I was on my own with this. I obviously told my best friends because I had no clue what to do. Am I really pregnant? Could I really be pregnant? Do I call the doctor? Do I need vitamins? How far along am I?
I wanted to do another test just to be sure that the test wasn’t a false positive or broken so I started drinking litres of water. Took another test and the same thing happened.
Now I was pretty much speechless. I was desperate to go home, but I still had a couple of hours left at work. My best friend said that she would stay with me and she would pick up some digital tests on her way to mine as they’re supposed to tell you how far along you are. I then called my GP and said I might be pregnant and they asked me about my last period. When I told them it was in the end of December they said that it looked like I was 11 weeks pregnant. Ummmm… Excuse me? They booked me in for a midwife appointment and scan a scan a week later. It all seemed very unreal to me, but I was coping. I had a lot of questions, but I started thinking about my boyfriend and his reaction. I felt really anxious about it because it wasn’t something we planned or were thinking about in the near future. For some unknown reason this is what made me panic the most.
I spent the evening with my best friend and although I couldn’t sleep at night, the next day I felt ok and in my head I started thinking in the categories of… could I? Could I really be pregnant? However, there was another hurdle – telling my partner. I had no clue how I was going to do it. It wasn’t going to be one of these – ‘our dreams came true, we’re having a baby’ moments. He was coming later on in the evening so I got home from work, started cooking dinner for us as I haven’t seen him on over a week and really missed him so we planned a nice dinner together. While I was cooking I completely lost it. I started crying, terrified of what his reaction was going to be. I also realized that the smell of parsley that I was using was making me feel violently sick so I was crying and gagging – charming.
Before he arrived, I managed to calm myself down, sat him down on the sofa and almost threw the test at him. He went pale and we started talking about it and the difficulties we were going to face. I’m not going to get into details here because it took a while for him to come to terms with it, but no, it wasn’t a movie-like reaction. At all. We went to the scan a week later and we heard it – the baby’s strong heartbeat. It turned out that I was only 6 weeks pregnant rather than 11 which made more sense to us.
It took us a while to accept what was happening and how our life was about to change forever. We didn’t expect this baby, but life knew exactly what it was doing. I’m a big believer in the saying that ‘everything happens for a reason’. I was blessed with a baby – something I wasn’t sure would ever happen to me. It was my miracle and I will forever be grateful for it. I can’t wait for this baby to come into our lives.
Let me start by saying thank you for all the congratulations and sweet messages. I had my final year exams at uni this past weekend so I may have not responded to everyone yet. But I will! I just really wanted to focus on this as I can’t afford to fail any exams. I will be 8 months pregnant when I will be able to retake them if I fail. I certainly don’t want to and shouldn’t fly in the last trimester. Now that it’s all done and dusted I wanted to share with you the story and our journey of falling pregnant with our first baby.
The reason why I wanted to share the story of this pregnancy with you is because it is quite an unusual one. There is a reason why we consider this baby our little miracle. 🙂 A bit of a back story first though… At the age of 19 I was diagnosed with the polycystic ovary syndrome. Back then I had never heard of it before, neither did I know anyone who had it. I started researching, reading about it and many things suddenly started making sense to me. What was surprising to me was the fact that many women suffer from it, but none of my friends have ever shared this with me or spoken out about their problem. I knew I had a problem and that I needed to adjust and change a couple of things in my life if I wanted to be healthy. The crucial thing was changing my diet and exercising routine as this can really help with the symptoms. I stared reading about it and working on myself but believe me, this was a long process. Once I finally had this more or less in order and started taking regular contraception, which regulated my periods, the symptoms weren’t really affecting me that much. It’s true that my hair isn’t as thick as it used to and my skin can get oily but apart from that it is all manageable. I consider myself quite lucky in that respect.
Fast forward to January 2019, I went to the doctor for a regular belly scan and while he was doing the scan he was asking me questions which I found slightly bizarre. He started off by asking me if I was currently on contraception. I told him I was on the pill. He didn’t look convinced and asked if I had just started. I said that I have been on hormonal contraception for a few years now. Then he asked me if I recently had a break and started the pills again. Again, I said no, I have been on contraception for a few years now. After the scan he told me that my body doesn’t look like I have been taking any contraception at all. My pills weren’t working and he told me I needed to change them as soon as possible. He also said that my polycystic ovary syndrome was pretty severe and that I would really struggle to get pregnant and if I started thinking about kids we would need to start hormonal therapy and I needed to consider IVF.
It was a bit of a shock for me and a huge disappointment because if there was one thing I was sure about in this life, it was that I wanted to be a mother. I called my boyfriend and we had a long conversation about this because I also felt like in a way I was disappointing him because he did tell me he wanted to have children in the future. I’ve only briefly mentioned ‘hormonal issues’ to him before. He was very understanding and very positive that when the time was right the baby would come and he had no doubt that we could do this when we decided this was something we wanted. I sent him a few links to read about the syndrome that I have so he understood a bit better what we were dealing with and he was very much on board especially looking into the PCOS diet. We decided to finish the pills I had, I think I only had 3 pills left in that box, wait for my period and start taking different pills.
I will end here for today as this post has ended up being much longer than I expected. 🙂
If you have any questions about the above or have had the same problems, please know that you’re not alone. Plenty of women struggle in silence as the symptoms of PCOS can me embarrassing to some.