1 in 6 stories (page 2)
Shawn and I met in the spring of 2009, and a short 18 months later, we were married. We knew we wanted to wait a couple of years before having kids.
After having my first daughter in 2008 with no complications, my husband and I started trying for a second child in 2013. We soon found out it wasn’t so easy.
We started trying to conceive in May of 2015 right after we bought our first house. It was an exciting time in our lives. My plan was to be pregnant by September.
For most of my life, I knew nothing of infertility. It wasn’t something that was talked about. In fact, it was the opposite. EVERYTHING would lead to pregnancy.
Our infertility journey has been an ongoing rollercoaster. At age 19, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, which always caused me to worry about my fertility.
I grew up in a big family surrounded by many cousins and a little sister. I babysat my younger cousins and earned my first paycheck babysitting my friend’s siblings for a summer.
We’re sure our story started like every other one – two people in love, already having a blended family and wanting to grow that family. But we were different than some.
My husband and I got married in June 2007. By August of the same year, our 7-year-old adopted son was officially placed with us. We started trying to get pregnant that September.
We both had a gut feeling that it wasn't going to be easy, but we never imagined it would be this hard.
I am the one in six. But, for many years during my fertility challenge, it felt more like one in a million.
My husband and I have known each other since we were 14, and we’ve been together since we were 17. Back then, who would have thought that we would be where we are today.
Infertility — the word alone makes me cringe. We had been trying for two-plus years before any medical professional would even take us seriously because of our age.
When my partner and I received the news that we would require medical intervention to start a family, it was devastating.
I can’t imagine what you are going through. These words feel empty to me. Probably because I don’t think that the person saying them has really thought about what we are going through.
Infertility has been the most overwhelming, exhausting experience in my life. It’s something that, unless you’ve experienced it, you’d never truly understand it.
For almost 2.5 years now, my husband and I have been trying to grow our family. At the beginning of 2015, we started to officially try to get pregnant.
As I write “our story”, I do it with mixed emotions. There is so much fear of putting it out there into the world.
Our story is not that different from others experiencing unexplained infertility. For myself, I always dreamed of having a family.
When Matt and I got married, we knew we wanted to start a family right away. Having kids is something we talked about a lot and was very important to the both of us.
Daniel and I had decided to start a family one year into our relationship. We finally had steady income, a place to call home, and everything seemed to be falling into place.
While growing up, I never really imagined myself having kids or getting married. I knew I wanted to meet someone special, but I wasn't seeing the future in the traditional way.
August 1st 2014 we said I do, and life instantly changed. We came back from our honeymoon and decided that we had caught baby syndrome.
Brandon and I having been trying for baby number 2 for 20 months now. We have been to our family doctor and all initial testing seems to be ok.
I am infertile. Saying and writing that always seems weird. Weird because I always had a plan for my life, and it didn’t include infertility.
As I sit in bed, recapping my day, I feel immensely guilty that I missed taking my estrogen pill at the exact time I pre-determined to take it each day.
Infertility, a word that has been haunting me since 2012. I never thought in a million years that I was going to be challenged by this devastating health concern.
We’ve been trying to conceive a baby for more than three years now, since getting married in 2013. Since it was not happening for us, we decided to get some answers.
When my husband and I got married in 2013, we never imagined the journey we’d take to become parents. Our biggest worry was timing the start of our family right.
As newlyweds three years ago, my husband and I knew that we wanted children as soon as possible. As each month went by, I had a feeling in my gut that something wasn’t right.
Finding out shortly after high school that I had PCOS, I always kept the thought of having difficulty conceiving in the back of my mind.
Since my husband and I were married, we have led a pretty great life, with a home, our two amazing rescued fur babies, jobs, family, and friends.
We knew we both wanted children, so when we got married, we started trying right away. Then, month after month, nothing.
To summarize, met in 2006, got married in 2011. Started trying for a family in 2013. I stopped taking oral contraceptives and menses never returned.
In my early 20s, I always joked that I was having menopausal hot flashes. I would feel my whole body begin to flush, and the sweat would start dripping from my forehead.
Like any other little girl growing up I played house, fantasized about who I would marry, how many children I would have and what they would look like.
Infertile. Barren. Two words that I never thought I would use to describe myself. How wrong was I? I am 1in6.
In our last post, we were about to use a donor vial we had acquired via East Coast Miracles for free from a couple who donated one they purchased from the US.
When I was 16, I was told I would never be able to get pregnant. Just before I met my husband, a specialist told me that, while I could carry, I would need an egg donor.
July 18, 2009 was the happiest day of my life, the day I married my husband. It wasn’t until two years later that a harsh reality set in.
The idea of sharing our journey is terrifying to me, yet I have gained so much from hearing about other people’s journeys that I knew I needed to share ours.
I’ve always been open about just about any struggle I’ve ever gone through, but experiences with infertility need to be out there, read, heard, and understood.
On my 25th birthday, I had a mini life crisis. I realized I wanted to have kids but had been single for a few years and doubted whether I would ever meet the right guy.
When I was sixteen, I was told I didn’t have a uterus and ovaries. When I was twenty, I was told I did have a uterus, but that I could never carry.
I am one in six, I am the face of Canadian infertility. I am also a successful fashion industry professional, part time college professor, and a devoted wife and mother.
In 2012 my husband, Marc and I had got approval from the doctor to start trying for a baby. Little did we know this would just be the beginning of many doctors’ appointments.
Before we were even married, we knew we would need help conceiving. We were fine with that. In fact, we were grateful that we had time to save some money and plan this.
We would like to “come out”, so to speak. We came out to all our family recently, after being both diagnosed with infertility, a few years now for my husband and about 10 for me.
When Ollie and I met, we knew we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We also knew we absolutely could not wait to be parents.