After getting married, settling in a house and deciding that we defnitely wanted children, our journey started.
It was in 2010 that we started giving more attention to falling pregnant. Our journey wasn't as long as some of our friends, but still it was a painfull, tearfull one.
I've been going to the same gynaecologist for most of my life and was constantly reassured by him that everything is fine and pregnancy we will have. That was still the case after tests has been done on myself as well as on my husband. But we just didn't fall pregnant. Even with the help of counting the days and all sorts of positions and teas, etc,etc. (You can just image) Coming home on day 13 of your cycle, not very impressed with hubby about something he did or didn't do and now the pressure is on, how much do you want to fall pregnant? Desperate enough to shag your husband even if your mood didn't alow it? Sorry, I just wasn't. So, of course, we skipped a few or so.
After chatting with one of my girlfriends, she just declared: "Why not go for a second opinion?" "What do you have to lose?"
In town there was a new gynae and I was knocking at her door. Why not? I have absolutely nothing to lose?
And so I had my first appointment with her in May 2010
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