Officially back in the throes of infertility.

I know, I know...I got pregnant on my own in September and we lost the baby a month later.  That was maybe the worst experience I've been through.  But it gave me some hope that MAYBE I was "fixed".

Well, I'm not.

I was just coming off birth control when we got pregnant the last time.  My OB says it can sometimes make your body ovulate when you come off the pill because you haven't released an egg for a while.  Looks like it worked on me...but I'm back to being effed up again.  37 day cycles aren't going to facilitate a pregnancy.

So I'm starting clomid next week.  I hate clomid and it hates me...so please pray it works!  If it doesn't we're going onto Femara instead of clomid.  Less side effects, which Brad and my coworkers will love.

I just want another baby.  I want Miles to have a sibling.  I have the sweetest little guy in the world and I know he'll be an amazing big brother...if we can give him the chance.

I'm so angry that my body won't work properly.  I'm taking Metformin too.  I was hoping that was all it would take since that's all it took with Miles...but apparently not.  So we're starting the oral meds.  I always said I wouldn't do any "treatments", but I want another baby so bad I can't stand it.  I'm pretty sure I'm back in the "I'll do anything" boat.

So keep us in your prayers...