I was diagnosed with PCOS when I was 15. They gave me the news many times that it would be very difficult for me to conceive naturally when the time came. I accepted my fate, went on birth control to clear the cysts and regulate my hormones. Flash forward to being 22, newly married and being told that “you shouldn’t worry about having kids right now you’re too young.” Facing the heartbreaking news and having to go off birth control a month later due to lack of insurance. (Seriously why does it cost over $100 without insurance?!) Around Halloween 2016 I started getting dizzy, having really strong cramping, and my period is over a month late. Figured I was just facing PCOS all over again after having clear ovaries from being on the pill, I took a home test just to rule it out.

4 am on Halloween I get up, pee on the stick, and sit in silence just figuring I’d see yet another negative test facing back at me. I glanced at the test, ready to throw it directly into the trash, when I see that positive line cross the control line. A dark dark blue. Thinking I’m hallucinating at 4 am, I continue to stare... Holy sh! That’s positive.

Immediately I snap a picture to my mom who is an RN that works nights, I knew she’d be up. She calls right away. “That’s very positive!”

My beautiful baby girl was born on Memorial Day the following year. As her 2nd birthday approaches, I cannot help buy be incredibly grateful to have her in my life. And not only her, on her first birthday I found out we were expecting another, her baby brother was born this last January. Never give up hope! PCOS is not the end all, it’s not easy, but it is possible! I wish everyone the same blessings and healthy pregnancies!