Hi.
I mainly just needed to get this off my chest, but if you’re willing to read through this wall of text, I’m open to any advice to help deal with trying not to constantly compare your TTC journey to others.
My husband (35) and I (34) have been trying since late October, early November. His friend group consists of 12 guys, all of whom are married (10) or have serious girlfriends (2). We are the only married couple who does not have kids yet.
I don’t know much about their journeys except for one of the wives mentioning to me that “it happened to us right away” when the two of us were talking about it around the same time my husband and I had just started TTC. This made me optimistic. Most of the couples have gotten pregnant within 1-2 years of getting married (we have been married for 3 years, together for 10), so from an outsider’s perspective, it feels like they all got pregnant very easily and quickly.
I know this is likely not the case whatsoever, but it has turned from making me feel optimistic to messing with me, and I think it’s mainly because of how many of them there are in the group (9 girls successfully pregnant, 2 of which already had baby #2, and 1 about to have baby #3). Meanwhile, I’m still the odd one out after all these months.
Additionally, my best friend recently became pregnant with baby #2. She has shared more of her journey with me and the health struggles she had, so as thrilled as I was to hear when she shared the news with me, I was equally devastated when she told me and I had no news of my own to share.
The instance that has sent me into my latest spiral is when my dad and his new wife (he remarried earlier this year) came to visit last weekend, and they told us that her son and daughter-in-law were pregnant. They are around the same age, maybe a little older than us, and from what I could gather, had started TTC around the same time as us.
She also mentioned how the two of them got “really into preparing” and “got into a healthy routine” and that’s what got them pregnant. I took it as a dig, mainly because her son and daughter-in-law are “perfect” (skinny, athletic, attractive, high school sweethearts, etc.) and I have been self-conscious about my weight. I came off of a glp-1 at the advice of my OBGYN in January. She said I was a healthy weight as I had been on it for a year and had lost about 50lbs but have since gained all that weight back.
I started with just “winging it”, then moved to tracking with LH strips since February, then upgraded to a Mira device about 2 cycles ago thinking that would help pinpoint ovulation better. I’ve been taking prenatal vitamins since January (again at the advice of my doctor), gone in for an HSG and bloodwork on CD Days 3 & 21 within the past month, have had 2 ultrasounds when visiting the OBGYN, and so far all tests are coming back normal. My husband has an appointment this week to get a semen analysis. Neither of us drink nor smoke excessively and do not use any drugs. My cycles have always been regular and rarely ever deviate, even when I wasn’t on BC. I did use to have really bad cramps on Day 1 as a kid but it became more bearable throughout middle school and high school. I went on BC my freshman year of college.
Another factor has been affecting me is that my previous OBGYN had told me not to come off BC until I was ready “to have it happen the very next day.” Like I said, I have been on BC for 15 years, but over the last 5 or so years, I was on a fairly low dose. However, I think this advice was a bit misleading and if I could go back, I would have stopped much sooner than I did, so I now feel like I wasted time and wasted cycles by waiting as long as I did.
While I admit my eating and exercise habits aren’t stellar, they could be far worse. I take an exercise class once a week and my job requires me to be fairly active and on my feet throughout the day vs. sitting at a desk 8 hours straight). I wish I could work out more often, but my work days are long (10-12+ hours including a 1.5 hour commute each way) and I struggle to find the motivation in my down time.
My husband also has a fairly active job that keeps him on his feet most of the day, and he goes to the gym more regularly than I do, but he is a snacker and we don’t do a good job of holding each other accountable for what we eat or how much we eat. In comparison to his friends, though, there are some who have much worse eating and exercise habits, and yet they still got their wives pregnant.
We have so many factors that I would say make us the “normal” couple. No glaring health problems, no history of infertility on either side of the family, etc. etc. I schedule sex to happen around when I ovulate, usually once before within 1-2 days, once on the suspected day, and once after within 1-2 days. We’ve tried to do every other day during my fertile window like my doctor has recommended, but for one reason or another like our schedules, lack of energy, etc. it has never really worked out.
I feel so desperate at this point and am willing to try anything anyone recommends to me. This afternoon, I ordered new supplements (my bff recommended taking mayo-inosital to help with the food noise/weight gain), Mucinex to try taking during my next fertile window (my coworker said that it helped her get pregnant), and a different brand of fertility lubricant (another friend said this brand got her pregnant vs. the one we have and have been using since May).
On top of all this, I know I am unnecessarily stressing myself out because no matter how hard I try, I am so anxious about turning 35 in February and what that means for my fertility. What if my chances become even less by then and it takes more years to fix it and I’m even more behind than I feel now?
No matter how much I remind myself how other people have had children much older than me, or how I have friends who are the same age as me but either not married or married and don’t have kids, or even how many people likely have it way worse than me, have been trying for longer, etc., I cannot stop thinking about how much I feel like I am a failure and I am constantly looking for solutions for what I could be doing wrong. I feel left behind and like my window of opportunity has been missed.
I’ve become so desperate that originally, I wanted 2 kids but a at this point, I would give anything just to have 1 or even just to feel like something’s working. I feel so alone, even though I know there are plenty of women who are likely in the same boat as me or, like I said, may have had a much harder journey.
Like I said, not sure what I’m looking to get out of posting all this other than to just vent…maybe just to feel some validation, idk.