My story

I was originally diagnosed in 2005 after going to the gynecologist. He took one look at me, asked me a few questions and said to me "I am 99% sure you have PCOS". I said "PCO-WHAT?!". The doctor then explained that I had several of the "classic symptoms" of this condition, hirsutism (meaning excess facial and body hair), central trunk obesity (mostly lower abdomen, hips and thighs), and absent menstrual cycles. All he said he needed to confirm the diagnosis was a few blood samples and an ultrasound to see if I had the "strings of pearls (small cysts) on my ovaries. Needless to say at the age of 18 I was a little set back from this and left the office in tears. It took me a very long time to come to terms with this diagnosis. I was later put on Metformin which is for insulin resistance and is supposed to help control some of the symptoms of PCOS (even though it has never helped me).

After being diagnosed in 2005 and several failed clomid (fertility drug) "challenges" (meaning my gyno put me on clomid for 6 months in a row to try and get my body to jump start and kick it back into ovulating on my own, which never happened), I finally ovulated on my own a couple months in a row WAY after stopping the clomid (roughly 6months later), which was a first for me. I didn't even think pregnancy was an option for me since even on clomid I never was able to regulate my body. November 28th 2008 was the first day of my last cycle, December had come and gone with no cycle and I just chalked it up to PCOS had screwed my body up again. January 20th 2008 came around and while I was working I noticed that I was having some weird cramping and I had extremely tender breasts, mentioned it to a co-worker and she said "are you pregnant"?! My immediate response was "hell no" then the reality of it all sank in and I responded "I honestly have no clue", looking back I did have quite a few pregnancy indicators, absent cycle, aversion to alcohol (I was 21 at the time and it never sunk in that "I" was turning down alcohol) , extremely nauseated by foods I was around all day 8hrs a day for over a year (that never bothered me before), sore breasts etc. So that day I went home and decided to buy some pregnancy tests (I ended up buying a 2 pack of Answer brand tests), took those and as the urine was going across the little result window the test line came up immediately....I didn't believe that test to I tested again 30mins later with minimal urine BAM positive again....oh shit I still don't believe this went to the store and bought TWO MORE tests this time first response....took both of those BAM same thing positive...I was in utter disbelief by this point because there was no way that I was really pregnant. The next day I ended up going into the emergency department because I was having cramping for one and for two I needed to confirm pregnancy and see how far along I was. While I was there they ended up doing a pelvic exam, urinalysis, LOTS of blood work, and ultimately ultrasound to confirm how far along I was. They came back in the room after approx. 3hrs of being there they said "congrats you are for sure pregnant and your baby is measuring 6wk3d +/- 3d. I was through the rough as they handed me a huge 8x10 of the ultrasound. I ran up to my BF's (now ex) work and showed him the u/s, it was a very shocking and happy moment all at the same time for both of us. We ended up calling my parents and letting them know that they were going to be grandparents, as well as calling other family members and telling them...that didn't go too well, and ended up hurting pretty bad, but I didn't care because nothing could take me off my "cloud 9" at that point. I ended up going to work the next day and telling everyone about it, and showing them the u/s, they were all very happy for me. Everything seemed to be going ok from that point on I had a few doctor appointments, more b/w and exams, nothing seemed to be "out of the normal". Fast forward to Feb. 26th 2008 I was now 11wks3d pregnant and I started having some complications (pretty bad cramping and spotting) at work so I called my BF (fiance' at this point, EX now) and told him what was going on, we decided that I needed to leave work immediately to pick him up from work and head into the ER. From that point it was all downhill and that is where my miscarriage story starts.