One of my cousin’s said to me after Dad’s funeral that one way to help get over the loss of a loved one was to have a baby! As much as I longed to be a mother, a baby was the last thing on my mind at that time. I discussed it with my husband and said he would leave it to me as to when we would try again.
I was ready. One of my best friend’s announced after 2 years of trying that she was pregnant, followed 6 month’s later by my other best friend’s announcement. I still wasn’t. As happy as I was for both of them and their husbands, I was devastated for us, we’d wanted this for so long and although we’d been trying on and off over the years by the law of averages we should have had a baby. Wrong. The chances of a normal, healthy couple getting pregnant in any one cycle is 25%. 25%!!! Add to that the fact the majority of women will have an anovulatory cycle (or two) in every year, and then my 35 day cycles that further decreases the chances of conceiving. Nevertheless we agreed we’d try for a year before seeking further help.
We arrived at our year marker and went to the Dr, she agreed to refer us to a fertility clinic, send me for day 2-4 bloods and 7 days past ovulation (dpo) bloods also known as day 21 bloods though not necessarily taken on day 21 if your cycle doesn’t conform to the average 28 days. My husband was to go for a sperm analysis.