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Hello peeps. Sorry to have missed ya for a couple of days, but I was celebrating the Jewish New Year in style. And by “style” I mean synagogue. Ok…I “may” have gone to the mall on one of the days that I was supposed to be at temple…but hopefully God will let that one slide.

With fall around the corner, shorter days, earlier sunsets, it feels like a good time to mark a transition into a new beginning. This September will be one full year since I’ve ovulated. One full year of hoping, tracking, worrying, celebrating, “trying”. It’s very hard for me to look back on this year and not feel defeated. Could I have done more to help Hubs and I conceive? Could I have dieted harder, or exercised more? Less? Is something that I am doing, eating, breathing causing my system to fritz? There has not been one. single. day that I have not woken up this year thinking, wondering, hoping, praying, worrying…that today could be the day things all turn around. I am trying to celebrate my small victories but they pale in comparison to the big fat failure that is my ovaries.

I don’t know if it’s possible for me to say, “This year, I will stop worrying so much about when or if I will get pregnant.” I can’t make promises like that to myself. I want peace from this, and yet, I cannot be at peace with a life without children. I have no answer for how to achieve peace when my internal world is going through all sorts of physical and emotional turmoil because of this. Accepting that I am not in control feels like an impossibility when all I read, see, and hear about are others who “took Metformin and cycled” or “tried Chasteberry, and it works!” In reality, who KNOWS what was going on with their bodies that made them cycle. Rationally, I know this…but hearing these stories makes me feel like there is a “right choice” out there for me, and I’m just missing it at every turn. Every choice I make about what I eat, when I sleep, what pills I take, or how much I sweat during a workout all feels tied to fertility in some way or another. It’s enough to drive a person mad, and you know what? I am mad. Pissed. Furious. I’m so damn mad that I have to be going through this.

It wouldn’t be true to say that this year, I’m turning over a new leaf and exchanging my toxic anger and rage for some blissed out peace on earth “one-ness”. I can’t say that this year, I’m going to let it all go and just “be”. And part of me feels that if I just learned to “let it all go”, I would cycle, and the fact that I carry this anger is fucking everything up. What is in my control, what is out of my control…it’s all confused right now, and frankly? I don’t want to be at peace with letting the Universe guide me. Who is this all mighty Universe, and if it’s so great, why won’t it fix my broke ass piece of shit reproductive system?

I wish there was a take-away from this post about how I’m going to improve myself this year, or 5 Easy Tips to Forgetting that You May Never Give Your Husband Children, but it all feels like bullshit right now.

Of course, maybe this gloom and doom is the Clomid typing. I finished my last round of 100mg Clomid last night. I’m on CD8 , fighting to be optimistic about this cycle. Puppies, rainbows, unicorns, ovulation.

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About Sunny

I'm a happily married, 31 year old gal who is just starting her journey to conceive. I also have ovaries that may need a jump start. This blog is an attempt to channel my obsessive research on my Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome into something positive....like a pregnancy test. That would be awesome. I also hope that other women with this condition will find support in this blog. There are a lot of us out here! Happy reading, whatever your journey may be.

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  1. i am with you on the anger and frustration driving a person mad. the stress from ttc started my depression back up again and i was forced to take a zen-like retreat from ttc to getting myself well. i stopped thinking about getting pregnant and just took care of myself. no, i didn’t get pregnant by relaxing and taking care of myself. i like to think that i am in the same place though that i would have been if i had been stressed and angry at every ultrasound picture on facebook. i am still not pregnant but i am a happier calmer version of myself.

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  2. I hope the year in front of you will be better than the last one. I’m sorry you’re carrying this weight.

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  3. You have every right to be angry. This shit suuuuucks and is not fair. You have done everything you can and sacrificed so much. I really hope this round of Clomid does the trick for you this cycle!

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  4. I am heartily pissed on your behalf.

    Freaking anniversaries.

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  5. Both. Infertility anniversaries suck ass. Infertility is an awful disempowering shit show. Also, you are entering what I experienced as the Clomid danger zone. I definitely do not want to minimize your anger and pain. However, my experience with Clomid resulted in a period of gloom, despair, depression, pain and rage that began one or two days after my last dose and lasted for up to seven days. It was ugly. I was irrational. I recognized I was irrational, but couldn’t pull myself out of it. It was really quite awful for me and my partner was concerned about my sanity, literally. My blog posts from the depths of the Danger Zone are ugly. I hope that your perspective lightens a bit as the Clomid wears off – though you are entirely entitled to all of your emotions at any stage of your cycle or this process. And, most importantly, I hope you ovulate. That would be awesome.

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