So here is my story...
I grew up in a little town in Northern California, where my parents still live. I have a difficult family to explain because there are so many of us. I moved from my small town to a big city, also in California (surprise huh?) when I graduated from high school. I attended college and in 2006 graduated from college with a Bachelors of Science in Criminal Justice.
While in college I met my husband, Erik. We actually met in marching band. I know what you are all thinking, what dorks! I know, I have thought it too. Anyhoo...Erik and I dated for 3 1/2 years and then in 2006, at the ages of 23 and 25, we got married.
In October 2007 we decided to try for a child. In August 2008 we were referred to a specialist. In September 2008 I was diagnosed with PCOS. Of course that's the way it works out. I end up broken and they actually said that Erik's little men are above average. I went home with at least the good news that he has SuperSperm (duh data dah - I always get a theme song in my head when I say that) and then I told him I was broken.
I started taking Metformin in October and we decided to try Clomid with my cycle in December. But wait....I didn't have one. Now WHAT?!? So, I thought "what would it hurt" and I took a pregnancy test. Well that was a Big Fat Positive!
I couldn't believe it! I was actually pregnant. It was such a surprise and we were so excited. We went to our first appointment on Christmas Eve 2008 and that is when my world turned upside down. I had a missed miscarriage. I have spent the past 3 1/2 weeks trying to understand, but I don't think I ever will.
With that long introduction, welcome to my life.