Pregnancy

How I Got Pregnant After Five Years Of Infertility

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I’ve been reluctant to write about a series of events that lead up to me finally getting pregnant after five years of infertility. I hate people who claim that if you only eat a certain way or (insert gimmick here) you will be on the road to motherhood in no time flat. It’s so condescending. That’s why in the three and a half years since I had my first child – I’ve never told any of these stories. But I talk about so many other aspects of my life – my pregnancies, my infertility struggles, my parenting pitfalls – it seems a little strange to leave this part out.

These things I’m about to discuss could be completely coincidental, but I’m telling you about them anyway.

I had been trying to get pregnant with no luck for about five years. Well, I shouldn’t say “no luck” – there were some pregnancies in that time. They all ended in miscarriages. My early thirties was a pretty emotional, tumultuous time. After some back-to-back miscarriages followed by the death of my father – I was really feeling more drained than I ever had before. I was not myself. I started searching for something to make me feel better.

This is the most ridiculous admission in the world, but one morning I got a GOOP newsletter and there was a story about a doctor who had completely changed his practice to begin helping people get healthy. He had been a heart surgeon, and when he found himself sluggish and ill he changed his diet and a lot of other things about his life changed, too. You may or may not have heard of “The Clean Program” – but that was his brainchild. It’s basically a really expensive cleanse – but there is also an option to do juice stuff yourself and avoid the pricey supplements. I decided to give it a whirl.

It’s hard to explain how I was feeling at the time. It was like all of that sadness from the repeated miscarriages and the death of my father was actually trapped in my body; I felt it. I felt like I was carrying it around in my bones and my tissues. I wanted to exorcize it somehow. So I gave up all sorts of things that some people think allow your body to “detox” – wheat, dairy, alcohol, caffeine, sugar, eggs. I juiced twice a day and ate a mostly raw diet. At the end of the month I felt like a million bucks. I wish I kept the before and after pictures of my face; my eyes were brighter, my skin was amazing and everything was less puffy.

I was feeling great again so I decided we should resume trying to get pregnant. I started looking online for tips, as I had done for years. There was something I had seen surface in several trying to conceive forums, it was called the “Sperm Meets Egg” plan. It’s a little confusing, but the gist of it is you have sex every other day starting on the eighth day of your cycle. Then once you get a positive ovulation predictor test, you have sex three days in a row or something. I don’t know – it was a little much to follow. My husband and I just decided to make our own plan. It was called the “have sex every day for a month” plan. We’re both terrible at math.

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