Coming out of lurkdom...
Alright, my story.
We were married June 16th 2001 in our small town of DuBois, PA. I was 19, dh was 19 about to turn 20. I had the wedding of my dreams and couldn't have asked for more. We decided to start ttc right away, we were only married 4 months when we decided to start. For some reason, in the back of my mind, I knew it was gonna take us awhile to concieve...I wish now that I wasn't right..
We tried for over a year, no success. I read every single book I could find and read everything on the net. I found this place, and joined because I found women who were caring and supportive, and who knew what it was like to try and try and have nothing happened. So yeah, I've been on these boards a longg time, I can still remember all the moves the board has made, and I've made the moves with it.
Went for my annual after trying for a year, I was scared to even talk to my doctor about it cause I was only 19, I was waiting for him to be like "You don't need kids, you are still a kid!" But he was really caring and supportive and told me of our options. DH went and had a SA done, I was sent in for bloodwork. All my bloodwork came back fine, DH's SA came back terrible. His motility was next to nothing. Although he had alot of sperm, about 100 million, only half were moving, and the ones that did move, moved extremely slow. So DH was referred to a urologist, and my doc put me on clomid. I always ovulated on my own, he just thought that if I had a stronger O, that somehow DH's slow swimmers would get to the egg. 2 months of clomid and it didn't work, I gave up on it. At the time I quit clomid, DH was diagnosed with varicoceles, one on the right, and one one the left, and they were quite big. For anyone who doesn't know what they are, they are varicose veins in the scrotum that over heat the sperm and can cause all kinds of problems with them. The only way to fix them is with surgery. So DH and I were faced with the decision, for him to have the surgery or not. The decision was big because our insurance wouldn't cover the surgery, it was written down as infertility related, and our insurance had no infertility coverage. We had already racked up bills over 3 grand just for my bloodwork, his SA's and clomid. Surgery would cost around another 8, 000. DH wanted the surgery, I thought he was crazy, most men would be like "Hell no!", and I agreed that he should have it too. He had his surgery August 2003, and his SA 4 months later, in December, showed great improvement although I can't remember the exact numbers right now.
So we thought all our troubles were over, but apparently not. We still haven't gotten pregnant. I lost my insurance coverage, and was denied insurance from the same company because of my infertility. I had applied for much better insurance which did cover infertility, but they denied me

DH's insurance is too expensive to add me too, because we are still trying to pay off our debt from everything else we've had done fertility wise.
Our relationship was very strong at the beginning of this journey. Then things fell apart. I thought we were going to end up getting divorced. He couldn't stand to see me so upset every month, and I would just break down and not even be able to leave the house. I thought about getting medicated cause I was so depressed, but decided not to. I was stronger than this, I wasn't going to let it ruin my life or my marriage. So DH and I quit trying. And it is honestly the best decision we ever made. We got so wrapped up in TTC that we forgot all about ourselves. We needed that time for ourselves, to realize how much we already have in our life, regardless of if we can't have children. I have 4 wonderful nephews and 2 beautiful nieces, and they are my world. I have loving parents who would do anything for us (His family is a whole nother story, they dont' like me very much

). And everyone would love us the same even if we didn't have our own children. So we decided, no trying anymore, if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't we will either live without children in our house, or we will adopt. I am thinking we will go the adoption route, when we are probably 28-29, even if we have children of our own, there are so many kids that need loving homes.
Well I wrote a book, but thats it. Not very interesting, huh? haha