All change

Wow. So this week has been a bit full on. I posted on Monday about the 16 weeks I had left to wait for my referral, and then by some kind of miracle I had a phone call on Wednesday advising that the consultant had opened an extra clinic this Saturday was I available to go in? 

Hell yes I was. Hubby and I went along to the consultation yesterday and I had my height and weight taken by the nurse, then finally got to see the consultant who seems lovely. She took a medical history from each of us and advised us of what’s going to happen next. 

For hubby it’s a semen analysis. For me it’s clomid. Unfortunately that means I have to get down to a maximum BMI of 36 and I’m currently 38. So all in all a stone to lose between now and the follow up appointment in 3 months where I’ll hopefully start clomid and hubby will have had his tests done. 

Have to admit I was bricking it a little beforehand but it wasn’t actually that bad while I was in there 


16 weeks and counting *

*not the pregnant kind. 

Today I rang my doctors to ask about my referral to the fertility clinic. My doctors appointment was on the 19th of August and so after 4 weeks as you can imagine I’m getting suitable antsy about hearing from them. Just a gentle nudge wouldn’t hurt, just to make sure it had been sent. 
It has been sent, though the receptionist told me it went out end of August which to me says that it didn’t go out straight away (thanks for that!) And that she’d spoken to the hospital recently and they advised that it could be a wait of up to 18 weeks! 

Taking into consideration when the referral was sent I have approximately q6 weeks left to potentially wait for an appointment. I worked it out. That’s basically Christmas. I’ve already been going mad thinking it was only 6 weeks to wait, now I think I’ll be pulling my hair out! 

Here’s to hoping that some weight loss and baby dancing will do the trick before that! How great would it be the get a BFP for Christmas? Please Santa, that’s all I want.

Trying to wait patiently

Mrs B x 

Ovulation testing 

So I never wanted to be the kind of person who obsessed over trying to have a baby but it’s happened. 

I have a notebook on my bedside table and every morning I get up and record my ovulation test result, my weight and whether Mr Broody and I were intimate. The only thing I don’t do is check BBT because I forget. 

After a week of religious documentation (I did ovulation tests here and there before) and a constant stream of not fertile, I’ve finally had my first HIGH FERTILITY result! 

I was pretty convinced I wasn’t ovulating at all so this has made my day. Now to baby dance until Peak Ovulation and hope for the best!! 

Wish me luck 

Mrs B x

Mood swings 

Does anyone else suffer with them? It’s making me feel like a crazy woman. 

 Yesterday I was in tears at work (again) stressing over this whole TTC situation that I’m in (I know I know stress bad, calm good) but this morning I feel completely the opposite just from one little thing! 

Well I say little, I’m at my lowest weight yet with a total of 1 stone 2 pounds lost from my heaviest! 

Trying to stay sane 

Mrs B x

Anniversary woes 

So Mr Broody and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary recently and I was really hoping that a week off to relax and spend time together would be just what the doctor ordered. Plenty of TTCing that was my plan. My body, as usual, had other plans. I started my period the week before we went away and it didn’t stop. It still hasn’t stopped. I’m on week 4 of a period that seems quite content to just keep going. 

Urgh. Maybe it’s just my body adjusting to the increase in metformin? Hopefully it will sort itself out soon enough. Fingers crossed. 
Trying to stay positive 


5 months on 

So, 5 months on from my last post not a lot has happened. Other than me continuing to be rubbish at posting! 

After a month I went back for my metformin review as discussed with the Dr. Unfortunately he was unavailable and I saw someone else who said that 1 month wasn’t enough and I should wait till 3 months had passed.  So that was a bit of a wasted journey. 

3 months came and went and I didn’t manage to get to the doctors. Busy with work and beating myself up about this whole thing instead. 

Let me explain- in July my husband had his 32nd birthday. For as long as we’ve been together it’s been his life goal to be married and have kids by age 32. The marriage part we’ve achieved obviously (it’s our anniversary this week) but no babies. How wonderful would it be, I thought, to fall pregnant and be able to surprise him on his birthday with a positive pregnancy test??? It didn’t happen and i took it hard. I’d let him down. I didn’t realise at the time just how much it’d affected me until I got pulled up at work for under performing. Great. More stress is exactly what I need. I noticed myself getting increasingly short tempered with the husband during the weeks following his birthay despite his loveliness, and I lost patience for people at work as well. It was bad.

I was also very much aware of our fast approaching 2nd wedding anniversary. Another target I’d mentally placed on myself.  After all most couples conceive around the first year don’t they? Of course were aren’t most couples.

Now though, I’ve been to the doctors and I feel like we’re moving forwards again.  He’s doubled my metformin intake to see if it can help with the weight loss etc. We’re also being referred to a fertility clinic for testing since its been almost exactly two years since we started TTC and still nothing. 

Switching off to enjoy a week away for our 2nd wedding anniversary, 

Mrs B x 

It’s official.


I have Polycystic Ovaries.

A month ago I was referred for a pelvic ultrasound and some blood tests. The blood tests showed that PCOS was likely, but needed to wait for the ultrasound to confirm.

I had the ultrasound on Wednesday last week and as soon as the sonographer placed the scanner on me and started looking she could see that my ovaries were enlarged, which is the first sign. After that she told me that she needed to do an internal scan as well, which meant I got to go and empty my bladder (yay!), I honestly thought I was going to wet myself when she did the external.

When she did the internal scan, she showed me my bladder, and uterus and finally the ovaries, and when she measured them found that they were almost 50% bigger than they should be, and I was showing all the classic signs of PCOS.

After that it was back to the doctors to discuss options, and I managed to get an appointment on the friday with the same doctor who had referred me, which was shocking enough in itself.

He advised that there were two options going forwards:

  1. Contraceptive Pill
  2. Metformin

I decided against the contraceptive pill, because although it will help with the hormonal aspect, my husband and I are still trying to conceive. So I’m now on Metormin, which will help with some of the other symptoms like excess hair (so long, moustache!), extra weight and hopefully, ovulation problems. We’re starting at 1 x 500mg tablet a day and will review in a month to see whether we need to up the dosage.

The doctor also said that if there’s no progress on the baby front I can be referred to a fertility clinic, so things are looking up. I know what’s wrong and we’re taking steps to sort it out.

My husband has been amazing, he emailed all of his family privately before mother’s day to let them know what was going on, has pretty much memorised the Wikipedia page and knows just how to make me feel better when I’m feeling down, which has been frequently since getting the diagnosis, including a bit of a breakdown at work.

Trying to stay positive though!

Mrs B