The inability to conceive was unbearable. It consumed my thoughts and took over my world. I started becoming bitter any time I'd see a woman pushing a stroller. "Why her and not me?? I would be such a great mother if only given the chance!" I became obsessed and the obsession took over my marriage. Sex had become robotic. It was done for a purpose, all of the love and romance had long since gone.

One day my husband confided in me sexually he could no longer go on this way. He spoke with a friend who had also struggled to conceive (other people were struggling too? What a relief) and he and his wife bought an ovulation kit. When the test informed them that they were ovulating my husband's friend and wife would have sex. Three times a day for three days. I recall my husband begging me to "just try". Forget what the clinic was telling us to do. Try this method "for him".

So we did. Two months later while on a portage we found out we were expecting. 

My son will be two years old this April. He is the most amazing little boy. I honestly don't think anyone can love their child more than I love my son. OK realistically I know that untrue, I'm just so full of love that it feels like my heart will burst.

For anyone reading this who is struggling, whether it be PCOS related or not, I leave you with this: you are not defined by your infertility. You are no less of a woman because you struggle to conceive. Love yourself. It's OK to be loved unconditionally by your partner. Don't let this struggle tear that apart.

Your miracle in whatever form it will be is out there. Mine in the form of my beautiful, kind, fun loving, silly little boy.