God is bigger then test, blood work, fallopian tubs and MRI's....

When Danny I decided we would start trying I assumed that once you stop preventing, shorty after you pee on stick, see that beautiful positive sign, jump up and down and tell the world your pregnant. I never imagined that trying to get pregnant could actual in tale "trying". Eventually I started to pay better attention to my body and noticed that I was not having a cycle for sometimes as long as 75 days, when a normal cycle is around 25-35 days. It wasn't long before I found myself sitting in front of a doctor wanting to know what was wrong with me and why I wasn't getting pregnant. The first appointment I made I played it off to myself like I was just going for my normal annual and if the subject came up then I would say something. Afraid that if I brought it up myself the doctor would look at me and laugh for being so paranoid, and tell me I have nothing to worry about with being so young and in the end blow me off as being nothing more then an obsessive compulsive 24 year old that decided she wanted to get pregnant and had no patience :) . SO I sat down in his office and much to my surprise my doctor was friendly, understanding and very helpful. I didn't have to bring up the subject he asked and if I was on any birth control I said no, he asked if we were trying and I let him know that we were. Later on in the conversation he said that he was a little concerned my appendix having ruptured the previous year and then the abscess that followed, that with all that activity there could be some damage to my fallopian tubs since all that activity took place close to the reproductive system. He went on to explain that he wanted to run some tests in the near future.



I remember leaving that appointment slightly discouraged and concerned. He had told me not to be concerned because there was a chance everything was fine but I couldn't help but be concerned, all I'd ever wanted was to start a family and have children. Those of you that know me know how much I adore kids and babies :). I called Danny with tears in my eyes explained what they said, he did what every good husband should do, told me everything would be OK and not worry. So now we were just waiting for my cycle so I could go in for some blood work to find out A.) why are my cycles so far apart, and B.) Are my fallopian tubs damaged?



Well, I waited and waited and waited finally I called my Doctors office it had been 71 days since my last cycle and I was starting to think it would never come. He said that he would have to induce a cycle because it appeared I wasn't ovulating. So I came in he gave me a prescription and finally on day 75 I started my cycle. I went in for my blood work and he also wanted to try a low dose of Clomid (fertility drug) to see if that would induce ovulation. Shortly after the blood work came back I got a call from my doctors office advising me that my prolactin levels were elevated ( I was like and...) and they said that now they had to schedule me for an MRI. I nearly started crying on the phone, I was like what? I asked the girl why would need an MRI, she went on to explain that Prolactin normally comes from a brain tumor. I was just in shock. I couldn't understand how I could go in for fertility problems and then find them talking about my brain?? After getting off the phone I called back to find out if I should finish the Clomid prescription with the blood results being what they are? He told me to go ahead an finish the Clomid but it would likely not work due to the high level of prolactin. My sister in law sent out emails asking people to pray that when I went to get the MRI that nothing would be there, and guess what when I got back my results they all came back normal. No tumor!! The only negative thing was that my doctor said that I would have to see a specialist at this point to become pregnant so I was back at step one .



Weeks later while Danny was out of town I decided I would pee one last pregnancy stick in my cabinet for old times sake, and much to my surprise for the first time I saw this faint little second line, I didn't let myself get two excited because the line was fairly faint but I did know I had probably peed on enough of those things to take out stock in first response and never-not once was there a second line. I called a girl-friend to explain- she she prompted me to go by two more. So I jumped in my car, ran to Walgreen's and bought 3 just to be safe :) . When I walked in the door Danny was home from being out of town for graduation. I decided not to say anything until I was sure. So, later that night I tested again, and again I saw two lines. The next morning I tested again and there was still a 2ND line. At this point was pretty sure it had to real, I was pregnant!! I didn't know how this was possible...the last I heard I wouldn't be able to get pregnant on my own with seeing a specialist??? I knew it had to be God! I called my Doctor that Monday morning and told him, he had me come in for some blood work to confirm the pregnancy and make sure everything else looked good. That night I told Danny that I wanted to give him a graduation present and go to dinner, I couldn't hold it in one more second. I actually couldn't even believe I'd managed to keep it to myself at all :). I picked up a cake on the way that said "Congrats Dad!!" At dinner I asked if I could pray real quick before out food came. At the end of my prayer I said,"And Lord please help our little baby grow strong and healthy-A-men!" Unfortunately Danny was too busy watching the cake get set out that he failed to notice the end of my prayer. Instead he just looked at the cake and said with a confused tone "Congrats Dad?" I don't get it? So I just kept smiling at him hoping he could put two and two together. Finally he was like," Are you pregnant?" I was like Yep! Poor kid was so confused he was like "How?" I was told him I really shouldn't have to explain that to you. Apparently he was just as shocked as I was, with all the bad news we had gotten the month before I think we both had just excepted that it would be awhile before we got to say or hear those words.



God is so good. Bigger then test, blood work, fallopian tubs and MRI's. :)