Six months of TTC. Two months on letrozole. Doctors telling me I had PCOS.
Spoiler: I don’t have PCOS.
What I most likely do have is endometriosis — which, by the way, nobody was looking for. I had to push. I had to be annoying. I had to be “that patient” who keeps asking questions and requesting more tests.
And then came the plot twist nobody talks about enough: it wasn’t just me. After finally getting my husband tested, turns out the reason we haven’t been able to conceive is low sperm count on his side. Not me. Him. And I say this with love — he was not taking this seriously until the results were in front of his face.
My intuition told me something was off. For months. People kept saying “relax, stress is the problem, just slow down.”
No. That advice is not it.
If your gut is telling you something is wrong — trust it and move faster, not slower. Don’t wait. Don’t “give it time” if you feel like something isn’t right. The only thing waiting did for me was cost time.
I switched to a fertility clinic and it changed everything. Every doctor there is a specialist. Every single one is a woman. And I don’t know how to explain it but that matters — they actually listened to me. The OBGYN route here in the US for TTC? In my experience, they don’t prioritize it the way you need them to. At least mine didn’t.
The path forward for us is IVF. And honestly? I’m not devastated. I’m relieved we have a path. I’m glad we know. I’m glad we stopped waiting for someone to hand us answers and went and got them ourselves.
If you’re in the thick of this — trust yourself. Advocate loudly. Switch doctors if you need to. Get your partner tested early (seriously, this step gets overlooked way too often). And don’t let anyone make you feel like your urgency is anxiety.
Sometimes it’s just clarity.