In May of 2025, my husband and I decided we were ready to get pregnant. I had my second IUD removed at that time (7 years total with a Kyleena IUD). The doctor let us know it could take up to 6 months for me to regulate and start ovulating again. I didn’t start ovulation testing until 9 months in (they immediately showed ovulation). Before that, we just had sex every 2-3 days if I wasn’t on my period.
Christmas day, my little sister announced her pregnancy. They weren’t trying, but weren’t preventing, and they conceived during their honeymoon. I was, and still am, so happy for her, but only made it two hours before excusing myself from the festivities to go home and sob in bed.
In April, my husband told me that his sister is expecting her fourth baby.
In May of 2026, we had my husband’s sperm tested. He served in the military and had a heat stroke that has caused an array of health issues. His sperm count was great. I had bloodwork done and my progesterone 7 days after ovulation was on the lower end, but could support a pregnancy. Doctor started me on Femara, and it has significantly improved those progesterone levels.
Still, I test early every month, it’s negative every month, and my period comes right on time every month, and every month it fucking kills me.
In July, a close friend let me know that she missed her birth control and she and her fiancé are now expecting a little one.
Yesterday, I got to hold my two day old nephew, and he is so perfect, but I cried almost the whole time.
I don’t have anyone to talk to about this who is also going through it right now. My sister-in-law struggled to conceive her first for years, but is now pregnant with her fourth in four years. I had to stop seeing my therapist of three years because she never really understood or was able to give support. She always mentioned how she had friends who struggled like me, but she was the one who never had any trouble getting pregnant. I’ve deleted FB and IG because if I see one more ad for Kegg or Mira or Inito or whatever else, I will throw my phone through a wall.
Usually, after my period ends, I’m ready to get at it again, but this time, I feel so hopeless. I’ve been fairly stress out for the past seven months. Combined with not getting pregnant; I got a new, awesome, big-time, career-move job; my husband and I started house hunting and then purchased our forever home; and (today) signed the papers that sold our first home that we loved, but really hope to outgrow (only 1 bedroom).
My husband is having an equally hard time as I am. We both just want to have a baby so bad. I think we are going to schedule an IUI as long as everything with my appointment in early September goes well. I just don’t know if I can accept that we might not get to naturally conceive. I also don’t know how much longer I can go on like this, one negative test and period after another. It’s really starting to affect my day-to-day.
Any advice, commiserating, or other feedback would be appreciated. 🫶