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



So it just occurred to me that I hadn’t updated since my last post. Unfortunately I got a negative. (A few negatives if I’m being honest about how many tests I took…)

There has been some progress, however, in that I think my period is returning. It’s nowhere near as heavy as my cycle usually would be, but something’s happening. For the first few days it was just light bleeding and there was no womb lining in it. I thought it had finished two days ago as there’s been nothing, but earlier when I wiped there was a lot of blood and some womb lining!

After spending so many years of my life moaning about having periods, it feels weird that I’m so happy to have it back!

I’m taking this as a good sign. The doctors originally told me that it could take up to a year for my periods to come back after coming off the pill, and i’m 8 months in now so I feel I was due some progress.

Feeling hopeful,
Mrs S

Admitting defeat

Not defeat in regards to trying for a baby. More like admitting I was wrong.
Soooo you may have seen my previous post? If not, I’ll do a little bit of a recap.

– stopped taking the pill and got married in August 2014.
– had a period August and a smaller/lighter one September but had nothing in October/November/December
– bled heavily for 3 weeks in January. Had blood tests done for PCOS and was told all clear.
– been told several times that I need to lose weight.

So since that 3 week bleed in January, I’ve had nothing. I did a few pregnancy tests end of Feb/beginning of March when I felt like I could be pregnant, but they were all negative. The doctor told me that my blood test results were all clear for PCOS – there was a higher reading there but I had a horrendous chest infection/cold thing and they said it was likely to be that.

I’m starting to realise now that I need to take this whole weight loss thing more seriously (she says, eating the last of her easter chocolate). Hopefully losing some weight will help to regulate my periods and you know – help with the baby making process.

Worryingly, I’ve also had a letter through from the doctors asking to speak to me about my blood test results – I was told they were all clear but this was by a different doctor I saw when I went in about my cold. You never see the same person twice at my surgery. I haven’t had chance to ring them back yet because of the bank holiday weekend.

So, this is me admitting I was wrong to get angry about being moaned at about my weight.

This is me declaring to take weight loss more seriously. (I find it helps to publish these things on blogs, to give you more incentive or whatever)

At the moment, I’m reading through a blog called Baby Rabies that is just summing up exactly how I’ve been feeling about wanting to have a baby so badly (minus the weight issue). It was started back in 2007 but it’s definitely worth the read.

Mrs B

Overweight and TTC

Every time I’ve been to the doctors lately, it doesn’t seem to matter what I was going for, they slip in that I need to lose weight.

Keep getting sinusitis? Lose weight

Acid reflux? Lose weight

Periods out of whack because you came off the pill? Lose weight

Want to try for a baby? Lose weight

Ok. I get it. I need to lose some weight. But could they try saying it a little nicer? “Have you considered trying to lose a bit of weight.” Is much preferred to: “You need to lose weight before you even consider having a baby.” Like I’ll be the worst mother in the world for even trying.

Yes I know I could stand to lose a few pounds, and I’m trying but every time it’s brought up I feel awful and you know what makes me feel better? FOOD. I know the risks, I’ve read the warnings. But I’ve also seen overweight pregnant women. Women that are much, much bigger than I am; heavily pregnant!

Urgh. Sorry. Rant over.

In other news – you may remember that I mentioned a blood test to check for PCOS. I got the results today and got the all clear! So that’s something. Got reminded again that it can take up to a year after coming off the pill before periods regulate themselves again.

Yay for waiting. It’s a good job I’m a patient person (most of the time)

Mrs B x

Babies, babies, everywhere…

So, since my broody button was pushed almost two years ago, there’s been babies everywhere. Seriously. It’s like I’ve got a sign above my head. HEY COME AND SHOW OFF YOUR BABY.

One of my friends was pregnant when I first started being broody, giving birth soon after to a beautiful baby girl that I went round to see often. She’s now on to her second child – a gorgeous little boy and telling me I need to catch up. The cheek!

My brother-in-law and his wife have had a little boy who’s going to be one in April and who’s just started crawling everywhere.

It’s not just my friends/family that are having babies either. At work, it’s mostly female employees but a lot of them are between the ages of 18 and 21 so there aren’t a lot of pregnancies. I’ve been there 3 years and up until 2014 there had only been 4 pregnancies. (Though one of them came back from maternity leave pregnant again and left shortly afterwards.)

In the last year alone, there have been a rush of pregnancies. So many that there have been jokes about pregnancy cults, and bets on who will be next. (when the finger is pointed at me I just smile and say “we’ll see”.) I think we’re currently up to four. One of the girls has now had her baby, the second is about 6 months along now, the third was sadly unwanted and the fourth is about 12 weeks in.

So not only am I being surrounded by pregnant people and babies at work – including patients that bring in their newborns and show off their bumps… I’m also being blasted on facebook with pregnancy announcements and birth announcements.

Don’t get me wrong – I am so, SO, happy for these people… i’m just a little jealous as well. Why are they all getting pregnant and not me? It’s an awful thing to think and I feel terrible every time. I’m coming to terms with the fact that maybe I’m just not ready yet but it’s a slow process. If I believed in God, I’d think he was testing me.

My time will come, I know it, I just need to be patient.
(I’m sure that reading other people’s baby blogs doesn’t help… but I can’t help it.)

The story so far…

When I turned 25, it was like a countdown started. I wanted a baby and I wanted one now. It was such a strange feeling; when I was younger, I never wanted to get married, nor have kids. I hate to sound mushy but I think it had to do with finding ‘the one’. It’s all his fault (and I love him for it). 

We decided not to rush into anything; I would continue to take my birth control and we would wait until we were married before we considered babies.

Continue reading “The story so far…”