So when I was about 12-13years old I went to see an endocrinologist because I was having extremely irregular periods. Like I got my period once for a whole year or when ever it felt like coming every random month, day(s) just honestly whenever. As a teenager I loved it. Pool time when ever I wanted. I had excessive hair growth. Mustache, chin hair, started shaving at like 9, arm hair, back hair, pubic hair, stomach hair. I always felt so insecure about it I also struggled with my weight and self esteem. At 13 I was diagnosed with PCOS and told I would most likely not be able to have children do to my hormone surges and extreme irregular periods. I was told to go on metformin for weight management and also birth control to regulate my period. At 13 having kids was far from my mind so I declined feeling so self conscious of my body hair I figured no point in BC if it could actually decrease my chances of pregnancy later. Fast forward to to 18 year old me ended a terrible breakup just to meet the love of my life. A total stranger who told me on day 1 of meeting at 11:11pm “I don’t need to make a wish because I know it will come true” when I asked what he said “your going to be my wife”. He was 26. We met in July by December we were engaged. 2 years later married and heavily wanting children. We tried for 1.5 years to have kids and constantly told we would need to see a fertility specialist. I did not want to hear that I’ve always heard of stories of people with PCOS getting pregnant. The struggle of wanting a child made it difficult as a couple made us question many things even our selves. I became that deep sore jealous person at every pregnant person. I became bitter smiling on the outside but truly hating the fact that sooo many people would just pop kids out and all the news about parents killing their children made me question my faith. God would constantly speak to my marriage about children and promised us children since dating so it became frustrating seeing so many people getting pregnant except me. I felt broken like something was wrong with me or I wasn’t woman enough to bear a child or deserving. My husband being older and no kids began asking me to see someone since he had gotten checked and was cleared. So eventually we did. We started <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a>. my specialist ran a few tests and quickly said no way possible to get pregnant if it wasn’t through <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a>. So we started STIMS only able to retrieve 6 eggs 5 fertilized 1 transferred one left. After the first cycle failed my Dr. suggested we try again emotionally it’s draining the injections, emotions, the feeling of it will never happen. Especially knowing there was only one shot left and if it didn’t work it would have to be back to square one. I couldn’t help but feel nervous and negative but quickly jumped into it. Through out my journey my husband and I didn’t share with anyone at all no family no one. Just my Dr. and us knew. A lot of people always have something to say we didn’t need that. I constantly looked at all the BFP posts constantly tested every month and day just Incase because I was so irregular. But finally it was our turn. In total 3 years and 9 months of trying to become the deserving parents we are and we finally have it. 8 weeks 1 day today. I did not find out by peeing on a stick, my husband did not have the surprise I had planned for so long to tell him. Instead it was a typical day. Day 10 after the transfer 6am bloodwork praying I would get the call we had a sticky baby. 10:20 came and I was at work and found out quickly called my husband who did not pick up so I texted him saying “can you just pick up your going to be a daddy!!” Definitely not at all how I thought I’d announce or find out but glad I did.

I wanted to share this because it’s hope that you still have a chance. It’s really all about the perfect time even if it makes absolutely no sense at the moment. Compared to others 3 years 9months is nothing for me it felt like an eternity. 2 rounds of <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> could be a lot or few for some. The point is no matter how long it takes your truly not alone no matter what age. I spent my 20’s STRUGGLING to become a mom and finally at 25 I have the opportunity. I hope this motivates women of all ages to get checked if your in a committed relationship or just want a child make sure it’s possible do it while you can. Infertility happens to anyone at any age. It’s a thing and people should know