"The Diagnosis"

Amanda Hobbs

"The Diagnosis"
Tuesday, July 28, 2015

In December of 2014 I went in to visit with my GYN doctor who, by the way, was less than thrilled to hear my sob story about not being able to get pregnant.

I told her I had tried everything that I knew to do and we needed help. I went on and on and she told me that she didn't think we had been trying long enough. I had not mentioned it at my previous appointment earlier that year... It was in April and we were still in the "we have no timeline stage." What was the point? We weren't in a hurry.

Well, now I needed help and being that Midland, TX, is the most overpopulated city EVER, I couldn't change doctors. She was it, all I had and it would have to work. I begged her to help me and she finally gave in. We set up an appointment for blood work, a  Hysterosalpingogram (HSG-A procedure to see if the fallopian tubes are blocked) and a semen analysis. 

The first appointment was the blood work. They tested my hormone levels to make sure I was ovulating on my own.

Great news! I am good at ovulating!!! Who Knew? 

The next appointment was the semen analysis. They needed to collect a sample from Mr. H to make sure that he had good swimmers.

Not so great news. His swimmers were there and alive, they just didn't swim very well.

No need for the HSG appointment now, if my tubes were blocked it didn't matter. The little swimmers wouldn't make it there anyway.

When they called to give us the results, we were told that the only way we would be able to have a biological child of our own would be

through In Vitro Fertilization or IVF. For those of you who don't know what this is: IVF is the process of fertilization by manually combining an egg and sperm in a laboratory dish, and then transferring the embryo to the uterus.

The news was heartbreaking. What a humbling experience. We cried a little... One of us cried a little more than the other.

I'll give you a hint. It wasn't Mr. H...

Okay, It was me, I cried a lot.

There is something about knowing that it can't happen naturally for you that ironically makes it easier and by easier I mean less stressful. (in a way that really means more stressful in other ways)

I was no longer expecting to not start my period. I knew I would get it and there was no more disappointment every month, no more anxiety, no more tears.

I mean, don't get me wrong, it was really tough on both of us and we both took the news hard. It took a while for us to get over it, and maybe we still aren't quite there, but we are well on our way.

Everything happens for a reason, I am a firm believer of that. Although it may be the absolute worst news we've ever received, not being able to conceive naturally has weirdly brought my husband and I closer in so many ways. 

I wouldn't trade that for the world!