Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome- The humor and the heartache.


There is one thing you won’t see on this blog for a very long time if ever.  You won’t see me posting about my children or what they have done today.  Why?  I don’t have any.  Yes, that’s right.  I am a 29 year old woman without children.  I have two dogs and two cats.  I also have a gaggle of nephews and one little niece I have never seen.  So, the question is why don’t I have children?

My soon to be ex-husband and I starting trying to have children about 2 years into our marriage.  After about a year of trying with no results, I went to see a horrible evil woman of an OB-GYN who informed me that I had PCOS and needed to lose weight and to take these magic little pills to fix everything.  First, I was already in Weight Watchers and working on losing weight.  Second, there is nothing like a 5’9, thin, blonde telling a 5’3 & 1/2 brunette that she needs to lose weight.  DUH, hence why I was going to Weight Watchers.  Anyway, she didn’t take blood tests, she didn’t do an ultrasound to verify PCOS, and she didn’t explain it.  She just diagnosed it and ran off to another patient who she obviously felt had more important things going on than the fat brunette who couldn’t get pregnant!

I took the little pills she prescribed, Metformin, and continued to lose some weight.  When I went in for my next check up she informed me I wasn’t loosing weight fast enough.  It had been about 5-6 weeks and I had lost 14lbs.  A healthy weight loss is 2-3 lbs. per week , so in my opinion I was right where I should have been.  That was it for me.  I gave that bitch the boot and never looked back.

I found a new doctor who was amazing.  He was a standard OB-GYN as well as a Fertility Specialist.  It’s actually amazing how you can sneak some fertility tests in when you go to a doctor who does both.  He drew blood and then asked me to go into another room for an ultra sound. 

This was not my first rodeo as far as having someone checking out the most private of private parts of my body, but this chair I thought was quite odd.  I had never been in a sitting up type position before for an ultra sound, nor had I ever put my feet in stirrups.  I just kind of shrugged it off thinking it must be some weird table they used for other exams, artifical insemination, or other weird angle necessary things, and plopped my feet into the stirrups.

The longer I sat there the more I started raising my eyebrow.  This nurse comes in and very matter-of-factly pulls out a very large vibrator shaped wand.  WTF?!   She lubes it…double WTF?!!!   Slides a condom on it…now I was past WTF and more on to the OH HELL NO  you aren’t sticking that in me phase, when she started lubing the outside.  OK, seriously, this thing had to have been a foot long and NO I am not exaggerating.  I politely cleared my throat and asked what she was doing.  She politely informed me that we were doing an internal ultrasound.  Oh.  They could have warned a girl. Guess I had no need to worry about the sticky ultra sound jelly getting on my clothes. 

Anyway, at the end of the day and a very uncomfortable amount of stretching I saw the ultrasound myself.  I had the very typical sign of someone with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.  It’s called a string of pearls.  What is this string you might be wondering?  It is when you can see all of your mature and not so mature eggs lined up in your ovaries.  All around the edges there was a circle of eggs.  It was at that very moment my life changed to what it is today.

To be continued-

Author: Jill Stewart

I am a 37 -year-old woman from Arkansas who is happily married to a Scottish immigrant aka “the hubby” “the hubs” or if I am calling him directly “YO YOU!” We’ve been married for 3 years and it’s been a crazy ride, and unfortunately our finances have been beat to death in the last few years. We have two dogs and a cat, no kids. The Blog- What’ll you find: Financial Information as we try to become debt free My attempts at working and trying to maintain a home to the standards I like My adventures in learning how to sew Arts and craft projects Funny tidbits from my life including living with a Scottish person, the dogs, and other oddball things that happen to me. What you won’t find: Much on children. I don’t have kids and I can’t have kids. Recipes- I don’t mind cooking, but unless it’s something really special, don’t come here looking for the weekly recipe! You won’t find it- unless you ask my husband. If you’re interested in what you see, please follow me on Facebook or sign up for emails! Most of all, leave a comment or ask a question! I am always happy to hear from you!

8 thoughts on “Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome- The humor and the heartache.

  1. Fat? whatever!  Anyhow, U are very pretty!  I have also had one of those tyes of ultrasounds. Very uncomfortable  for me (even when u  know what is going on….it was the test I took when they found my cancer).   But the most shocking thing? Ha! This is awful- I was 1 week overdue wih my son. The doctor came in (without the nurse), lifted up that horrible paper sheet-thing they give u, stuck his hand in, and LAUGHED.Then he said “U are nowhere near delivery”, got up and walked out. Nothing  else. Not only was I WAY done with being pregnant, I was overly hormonal, physically uncomfortable, and then he LAUGHED about it. I wanted to cry, and then  crawl in a hole and die. I should have sued his dumb ass.Or, shot him, maybe -lol 
    I certainly hope u can find a good doctor who can help u… Take care.

  2. yes i am!  those are digital shots i took when i was bored and the weather was nice.
    have you ever seen monty python’s meaning of life?  the scene at the begining of the movie where the woman gives birth reminded me a lot of my last appointment with my OB-GYN.  not that there were lots of strangers standing around watching, but there was some useless equipment just for show and it seemed very quick, with the doctor telling me things as he was leaving the room.  it was the first time i had a male OB-GYN, so maybe it was better that it was quick?oooh the first time i got a pap smear there were two doctors because one was training the other.  “stick your fingers here and press down on her stomach there.  you feel that?”  kiiiiiiiind of uncomfortable.

  3. ^^^ LOL there are just some times that I’d rather not have a training OB GYN.
    That’s a nice picture of you.  I hate pictures of myself, BLECH!
    The doctor I do typing for is a fertility specialist ob gyn.  I find the letters pretty interesting sometimes, although I’ve gotten a description of what PCOD actually looked like.  I have however, had that type of ultrasound with a thin rod with a bulb on the end of it and it wasn’t in the fancy birthing chair.  I don’t think they told you what to expect casue they didn’t want to chase you down the street with the thing

  4. Ah shit forgot the stars.  I never use them and I don’t think I ever got any so I always forget.

  5. Shoulda proof read before submitting at least one of those times, duh.  In the first comment I meant to say “I’ve NEVER gotten a description…”

  6. I was diagnosed with PCOS when I was 21. Their answer at that time was to put me on The Pill to regulate my periods.That was it.Fast forward… I was 35 when my husband and I got married. I had already told him that we may not be able to have children… I thought it was only fair to sort of “warn him” … you know, give him an “out” I guess. He didn’t care So, at that point, not only do I have PCOS, but I’m Type 2 Diabetic (the two are related… they now call what I have “O Syndrome” because I am overweight, PCOS, Diabetic and infertile).Over the course of 2-1/2 years (really closer to 3), I underwent several tests (which included the dreaded “wand” you talked about in this post…YIKES!), minor surgery…hormone injections, pills, going into the clinic every other day to have blood drawn and have that lovely wand inserted,  and artificial insemination to “up our chances”… and let me tell you, during the artificial insemination, the speculum (sp?) “snapped” and I got a severe PINCH in a place not meant to be pinched!!! After all of this, no pregnancy, no money left in our savings account, and no more insurance coverage. Then, bad things happened with my mother and we had to take her in, so no time for Project Baby, either.Then I sunk into the worst depression of my life (I have wrestled with depression since I was born, basically) and that almost destroyed my marriage.I am now 40 going on 41, and, crazy bee-otch that I am, I still want to be a mother. I know it is crazy. I know that I should be “done” by now. I should have another “purpose” or whatever. Now, my mother is preparing for life in a nursing home. My husband is up for a huge promotion that may force us to move into Massachusetts (we live in Connecticut on the border of Massachusetts, so it wouldn’t be a HUGE relocation, but it is still out of state). We’ve always agreed that once we couldn’t take care of my mother ourselves and he got this promotion (he has been working on it for a few years now), and we moved/settled, we would discuss adoption.While adoption sounds like the logical solution for someone with our fertility problems, I am afraid, mostly of the financial issues.

  7. @SamsPeeps – I know exactly how you feel, except now I am single and having to start over in the search!

  8. I feel for you, truly. When Ken and I had our troubles a couple of years ago, and the word “divorce” was being thrown around, the idea of starting over again was daunting to say the least. I know NOW that I’d be alright and everything, but at that time, it was scary.You are younger than me though! At least you don’t have the added “Holy shit AND I’m gonna be fourteeeeeeeeeee?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?????” to deal with. God bless you.

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