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Nice to meet you

Hello.  We're overdue for an introduction.  I suppose it was rude of me to make you read about my 'product of conception' before the obligatory 'who am I' blog.  You can call me Kay.  No one else calls me that, but we're on a middle-name basis here.  I've only met one other person with my first name (who, oddly enough, was my next-door neighbor in high school), so I feel just a little too exposed throwing my first name out here.

Not that I'm ashamed.  I have told 6 friends, 3 family members, 3 co-workers, and 2 fertility-challenged Facebook friends.  So while I'm not shouting it from the rooftops (yet), it's no secret either.

My grand life plan was just to have an awesome fulfilling job and two babies with my loving husband.  The first baby the old fashioned way and the second through adoption.  No problem, right?

I'd been on the pill for 15 years.  I had unbelievable cramps as a young'un and the only way to prevent me from missing school every month was the pill.  I dumped my first doctor after my second annual exam, when she got snarky and didn't believe that I wasn't having sex.  Many people are having sex at age 16, but I was not one of them.  But back to the point.

I waited 3 months after getting off the pill before TTC, and then it took 5 months to get our first positive pregnancy test.  We were so frustrated those first 5 months.  Little did we know the frustration in our future.  Then came our first miscarriage.  And in the months after that, I finally figured out that I ovulate late in the month.  No wonder it took 5 months.  The next time, we got it right on the first try!  And then I miscarried again.

So here we are.  I've had some blood tests.  Figured out that I have really low progesterone and a luteal phase of 10 days.  I think I have a bum right ovary, but that's just a hunch since I feel lefty acting up every month.  I'm having another progesterone test this month and a mysterious physical exam in two weeks.  (It's only mysterious because they didn't tell me what they'd be doing.)  Then back to TTC.

So that's my story.  Nice to meet you.