Alright. So I actually I didn't want to do this blog, but I was so frustrated, upset and disappointed with the very little useful information I've been finding online about this journey that I felt I had to.
A little about me. I'm a 37 y.o. Black woman with a PhD in engineering. I'm married to the most amazing man who loves me for me (despite the crazy). I work in the tech industry and the nonprofit sector trying to build technology solutions that merge social justice interests and goals and teach people along the way. '
A lot of ish has been hard for me in my adult life. My kid life was pretty idyllic to be honest. Things got complicated and hard from college forward - ambition is pretty costly, but often the rewards are pretty good. I still have PTSD and anxiety from grad school and work challenges that were often influenced by race and sex - basically, being a Black woman is often a tough experience to live through. While I've figured out how to navigate with lots of different kinds of strategies and resources, I'm in a challenge now that I didn't anticipate and am struggling to figure out -infertility.
In May 2020, still early in the pandemic, my hubs and I were ready - IUD taken out, we're going to try to have a baby. For context, when we were dating and really up until then I was always an "eh if it happens great, if it doesn't no big deal" type of person about kids. My early adult life jaded me pretty quickly I guess. But we decided to try. At 36 I knew I was stepping into advanced maternal age, but I never had any reasons to worry as far as I knew.
By February of 2021 I had not a single late period, no hint of a positive test, just absolutely nothing. I called the office of my new doctor (we had just moved to TX in Feb 2020) and was hurried off the phone saying I needed to be trying a full year. Skkkrrttt!! - what? The ol' innanet says at 35+ six months. So, here I was a little not sure what to do because my new Black woman doctor's office wouldn't see me and it's a panorama out there, so getting a doctor's appointment is tough.
February 2021 through now have been a lot - pelvic physical therapy, getting a reproductive endocrinologist, new ob/gyn, hysteroscopic myomectomy, getting my hubs on board fully, 2.5 IUIs, and now recovery from an open myomectomy just a few days ago with 16 (!!!!!!) fibroids removed and at least a 3-month wait ahead to try to get pregnant I've figured out a bunch. I also have been disappointed, upset and frustrated with the lack of real or useful information out there about this experience, especially for Black women.
Yeah, I can read the scientific articles, but that doesn't tell you that you need to plan to not be able to do your hair for a few weeks. Checking out doctor's websites might help you get a sense of what is involved in fertility treatments, but don't explain how fibroids can be a silent enemy.
So, I'm here...I want to use this blog as a real, woman to woman, "here's what I've found out and learned on this journey" resource to share what I've newly learned and what I found out the hard way.