Hi ladies! My name is Cheryl. I was here on JM while TTC#1, and I hope I can find a home here now.
A lot of this is probably going to be

, but allow me to introduce myself...
It took us 9 months of struggle to conceive DD... A short time compared to what many of you have struggled with, but we got lucky. I was completely annovulatory for those entire 9 months, only to be diagnosed with PCOS at the end. Our luck changed when the first round of Clomid brought us our beautiful baby girl. I am grateful every single day for her, and the fact that we didn't need more drastic measures to bring her into our lives.
Now, here I am again, still with PCOS, still annovulatory, and wanting to start trying for baby #2...
When we first decided to start trying again, the conversation went something like this:
Me - "Honey, don't freak out, but I want to talk about TTC again. I know that we will have to try for a minimum of 6 months before we can try Clomid again, and I know we were going to wait 6 months to start trying anyway... What if we just started our "waiting period" now, and if it happens naturally, that will be an amazing miracle?"
DH - "Well, I guess if you can get a contract that will help us pay for baby (I'm a marketing consultant) then we can get your IUD out and start the whole process."
12 hours later, I closed and signed said contract, and he agreed. I phoned the doc for an appointment, and of course she said something about waiting until I'm on my period... I just laughed at her. I have PCOS
and I'm nursing. I don't have those. I have spontaneous, unpredictable, annovulatory bleeding. She says oh, well the doc can see you next week.
I wake up the next morning with what seems like it might actually be *gasp, shock* AF. I run over to the walk-in clinic to see if they can remove the IUD, since it is always easier when the witch shows her ugly face - cervix being more open and whatnot.
After an hour of waiting and listening to the doctors argue about who had to do it (I wish I was kidding), the one doc comes in and starts poking around. Then he starts asking questions. He doesn't see the strings...
Am I sure I got an IUD not something else? Uh, yeah. Thanks, but I'm sure.
When did I get it? 9-10 months ago.
Have I had one before? Yeah, and the strings went missing on that one too BUT the GYN did an u/s to confirm it was still there, and a week later he brought me in and removed it with the clamp. Easy as pie.
Poke. Poke. Pry.... Poke.
At this point I feel like I have a speculum somewhere in my eardrums, and he still can't find it.
He tells me he has gone as far into my cervix as he can without causing infection, and doesn't even see a sign of strings.
Crap.
Am I sure it's still there? Yeah...
Absolutely sure? Yes!
Crap.
So one x-ray later, I'm essentially awaiting an OB appointment to book my surgery and have the thing removed. Which means 6 weeks before I can have it removed, minimum, PLUS 2-3 months of other birth control because you can't TTC immediately after a D&C.
FML.
So that "well, lets start now so that I can try Clomid in six months, and we might get a miracle in the meantime!" has turned into "lets pry open my uterus to remove that darn copper thing in a month or two, then wait another 2-3 months, then start our six months of pointless TTC, THEN try Clomid.
FML hard.
I need support right now... I feel like a wreck. I mean, I know I've not even technically started but WHY? Baby #1 was hard enough not knowing why we couldn't get pregnant, but now we KNOW. We tried to PLAN our fertility treatments, only to have to put off those plans even longer. I'm so jaded already when it comes to TTC, I feel like just saying to hell with it, let the thing stay there forever and we'll just start adoption papers. I give. My body just doesn't want me to have babies.
I know, I know, you're all going through something far worse than what I am. Some of you have been trying for years, and it feels selfish to ask for your support. But last time we were TTC, we told our families. Everyone knew. After about 2 months of TTC, everyone was waiting for the big news. 6 months after that, the looks of anticipation changed to looks of pity. Everyone was careful not to talk about babies in front of us. They were walking on eggshells, looking at us like "that" couple. The one everybody feels sorry for.
I can't handle the pity this time, especially knowing it is going to be a long road. Even after this surgery, the 6 months of TTC probably won't bring us #2. When it doesn't, we don't know what Clomid will do this time. Will it work right away again? Will we end up faced with IVF? Will we be faced with adoption? We don't know, and we don't want our families to do our guessing for us. But I need *some* support. I need someone to vent to. I need someone who understands that secondary infertility hurts, too.
Yes, I have a beautiful baby girl. She is amazing, the light of my life. And I want her to have a little brother or sister. Knowing that *if* she can have that, it is going to be almost 2 years from now before I'm holding that little bundle... I can't go through this again.
Thanks for listening girls... I hope its okay that I'm here, even though I guess technically we're WTTC - we were supposed to be TTC right now. I even ordered a big batch of ICs. Now I'm going to cry when they get here. *sigh*...