2011
On 3rd September 2011 I married my husband. It was such a magical perfect day being surrounded by our family and friends. I did have a bit of nausea that day but put it down to nerves but looking back now it could have been that I had become lactose intolerant and did not know it at the time, I did not let this ruin our day. Nothing could ruin such a perfect day. That night was the night that I stopped taking the contraceptive pill, which was a big deal for me as the reason that I had gone on it in the first place was to control my periods and Endometriosis. We were ready for a family. I did not just stop taking the pill I decided to see my GP and she told me to come off it gradually and see how my Endometriosis responded. I was to give myself a period every 2 months for 4 months, then go to a period every month for 2 months and finally coming off the pill completely. If you are thinking of trying for a family and do suffer from Endometriosis I would recommend that you talk to either your GP or gynaecologist. When I came off the pill it took a while for my periods to settle down. By now I was more organised and in the habit of recording my periods and pains. My first period after I stopped taking the pill was on 4th September 2011 for 8 days, then 15th October for 9 days, then 9th January for 13 days after that every 36 or so days for 8-9 days.
2012
What a year 2012 was, it seemed to be a very long year. I will now take back what I thought in 2009 yes when you are trying to conceive a year is a very long time. I was now working full time hours in catering – back to what I really enjoyed doing waitressing. Although I occasionally help out in housekeeping.
By the time of my birthday in July I was getting fed up. We had been trying for a baby since 3rd September 2011 and had not even had a scare. Every month I would have my period and I would be in agony each worse than the last. I would go into work on little or no sleep. My supervisor would often take one look at me and send me home and I would be sick for the rest of the week.
Whenever we go out people would ask are you pregnant yet? There is nothing worse than when you are trying to conceive for people to ask that. Why do they do it? At the end of the day if I was I would tell then when we were ready, not when they ask. So it is simple is it not? Just do not keep asking.
As I said each month seemed to be seemed to be getting worse. I had several small UTI’s however I had managed to control most of them with cranberry juice other times I would have to hit them with a round of antibiotics. I wanted to air my concerns that my Endometriosis was flaring up now I was no longer on the pill. After being admitted to A&E one weekend. How come these things always happen on the weekends or when the doctors are closed? I was given a course of antibiotics and told to see my GP in a week’s time to check that they have worked. So I done what I was told I made an appointment, unfortunately my doctor was unavailable (again). When you have such a good doctor it is so hard to get to see them as everyone else wants to see them. I am sure I had not managed to get an appointment with her for about 8 months, it was always someone else. I keep thinking if I had managed to see her sooner would something have been picked up sooner and would things have gone as far as they did? But then I will never know the answer to that so it is pointless asking myself that. Anyway I saw another doctor and aired my concerns that my Endometriosis was back. She said it was just a coincidence that last time it was bad I had a lot of UTI’s. I left thinking I know my body a lot better than she did and I knew I was getting bad and so did everyone else. It was getting so obvious and I was beginning to find it hard to hide.
In September we still had not conceived and my husband had a sperm test to see if it was him. Even though we knew it was me, but they insist on ruling him out first. His results came back ok. I went to see my GP but not the one that had helped me through everything, the other one with the job share. She said come back in January and if no luck we shall go from there.
I am so lucky to have such a supporting and understanding husband. He had a lot to deal with alot that year. Him mum was very ill and had the onset of Alzheimer’s and sadly passed away in the December. Along with that he had to put up with my worsening pains. Not once has he complained about any of it. He had just been there. Even when I have not been able to get out of bed for a couple of days he never moaned once. It makes it a great deal easier when you suffer from chronic pain when you are surrounded by people that you love and they understand.
By the time of my birthday in July I was getting fed up. We had been trying for a baby since 3rd September 2011 and had not even had a scare. Every month I would have my period and I would be in agony each worse than the last. I would go into work on little or no sleep. My supervisor would often take one look at me and send me home and I would be sick for the rest of the week.
Whenever we go out people would ask are you pregnant yet? There is nothing worse than when you are trying to conceive for people to ask that. Why do they do it? At the end of the day if I was I would tell then when we were ready, not when they ask. So it is simple is it not? Just do not keep asking.
As I said each month seemed to be seemed to be getting worse. I had several small UTI’s however I had managed to control most of them with cranberry juice other times I would have to hit them with a round of antibiotics. I wanted to air my concerns that my Endometriosis was flaring up now I was no longer on the pill. After being admitted to A&E one weekend. How come these things always happen on the weekends or when the doctors are closed? I was given a course of antibiotics and told to see my GP in a week’s time to check that they have worked. So I done what I was told I made an appointment, unfortunately my doctor was unavailable (again). When you have such a good doctor it is so hard to get to see them as everyone else wants to see them. I am sure I had not managed to get an appointment with her for about 8 months, it was always someone else. I keep thinking if I had managed to see her sooner would something have been picked up sooner and would things have gone as far as they did? But then I will never know the answer to that so it is pointless asking myself that. Anyway I saw another doctor and aired my concerns that my Endometriosis was back. She said it was just a coincidence that last time it was bad I had a lot of UTI’s. I left thinking I know my body a lot better than she did and I knew I was getting bad and so did everyone else. It was getting so obvious and I was beginning to find it hard to hide.
In September we still had not conceived and my husband had a sperm test to see if it was him. Even though we knew it was me, but they insist on ruling him out first. His results came back ok. I went to see my GP but not the one that had helped me through everything, the other one with the job share. She said come back in January and if no luck we shall go from there.
I am so lucky to have such a supporting and understanding husband. He had a lot to deal with alot that year. Him mum was very ill and had the onset of Alzheimer’s and sadly passed away in the December. Along with that he had to put up with my worsening pains. Not once has he complained about any of it. He had just been there. Even when I have not been able to get out of bed for a couple of days he never moaned once. It makes it a great deal easier when you suffer from chronic pain when you are surrounded by people that you love and they understand.