I didn't deal well. It took us 6 years to conceive ds. For the first couple we weren't officially trying. Then I started getting a sneaking suspicion something wasn't right but I was soooo worried I would just be told I was too fat & they would refuse treatment until I lost weight. I tracked my cycles for a couple years on & off, kept trying to lose weight & focused on finding a better solution for my ongoing depression.
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After 5 years some ladies I met who had infertility troubles encouraged me to seek help. I saw my family doctor first & asked for a referral. It was a 10 month wait to get into the specialist. In the meantime my family doctor had me do some basic blood tests & an ultrasound of my ovaries through which we discovered I have pcos. I started metformin right away but for me it made little difference in my weight or my cycles.
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The specialist had me do some additional blood tests, another ultrasound of my ovaries & an ultrasound of my fallopian tubes where they put fluid through to check they were clear (don't remember the name of that particular one).
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At that point we actually moved but in the new location I found a doctor who could take me immediately & she accepted all the testing we'd already done. She started me on clomid & we miraculously conceived on the first cycle.
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In conceiving dd we were in a different location again. I asked for a referral to an infertility clinic & when I found out it was a 14 month wait I called around to ob's until I found one who would prescribe clomid & could take me fairly quickly & then asked my family doc for a referral to him.
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It took a lot longer to conceive dd even with being at a lower weight, eating a better diet, taking the metformin & the clomid. In fact we did 6 cycles of clomid over 10 months & were on a break from the drug after 3 consecutive cycles before adding in femara when I conceived (likely the clomid was still in my system). While we were doing this I finally got in to the infertility clinic & had my worst fear realized when they told me I was too fat & they wouldn't treat me until I lost weight - terrible, terrible day.
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The hardest part truly was the emotional part.