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E1 Transcript: (My Fertility Journey: The long haul through fertility madness)

Going through the complex journey of infertility is a curse I wouldn’t wish on anyone.  My journey took so many twists and turns and ended up with a total of 14 cycles of fertility treatments over 3 years.  It’s a journey that many people don’t share as the stigma of infertility is a painful one.  I chose to share my journey to show other women going through a similar experience that they are not alone! Read along as I share the ups and downs of my crazy fertility journey. My Fertility Journey: The Long Haul Through Fertility Madness Hi and welcome to Episode One of The Hormonal Mama. I am your host Cara Drescher. If you listened to my trailer or my Episode Zero, then you should have a good idea of what this podcast is about; discussion about infertility, pregnancy, and the postpartum period. While I like to focus primarily on skincare and wellness, I wanted to take some time to really break down my experiences personally, with each of these periods in time. I’ll talk later about my professional experience, but since I feel so connected to each of these particular areas personally; I wanted to take some time to talk about that. So in today’s episode I’m going to be talking about my experience with infertility. So my infertility journey began long before I knew that it began. So I got married when I was 32, and not long after getting married I realized that I was really ready to start a family. But I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. So, financially I wasn’t ready and mentally, maybe I wasn’t ready. And there were a lot of other factors that went into it, but my biological clock was ticking very very very loudly in my ears, making me crazy every day. And every day it got harder because I was just feeling this insane urge to become a mother, and it got more and more difficult every day because the timing wasn’t right. And the timing wasn’t right for about three years. This went on and on and on, me being frustrated and ready to start my family with my husband but knowing that I couldn’t. My friends were getting pregnant and family was getting pregnant, and it, was getting difficult to just put on a happy face and be happy that someone else I knew was having a baby when that was all that I wanted. Things got even more dramatic for me and more intense when my older sister and my best friend (who’s also my cousin), so lots of relatives here, both announced pregnancies within a few weeks of each other. Both were very out of the blue, at least for me, and it really hit me. I wanted a baby so badly that I felt like the world was just going crazy around me and everybody around me was having babies. So, I call this my pre infertility journey, because these are the years leading up to my infertility diagnosis and dealing with true infertility after dealing with years of feeling, almost like I was dealing with infertility issues. It was hard. It was very, very frustrating. Every day I just felt like I was getting older and further away from the possibility of becoming a mother. You know, they tell you all the time that after age 35, it gets harder and your chances drop dramatically because of egg resereve and other complicated issues relating to fertility and age. So at this point I think I was 34, and approaching 35 and feeling very just out of touch with everything. I was really really depressed, I should say bordering on depression. I wasn’t quite there, but I was close. And then, miraculously, another relative announced a pregnancy and my husband and I both decided, “Okay, this is our turning point. I think that we are finally ready to get the ball rolling.” So my husband and I were finally ready to start our family. I was 35, my husband was 37, and we knew it might be a little bit harder because we were a little older. But, you know, we didn’t really have any reason to believe that it wouldn’t happen. So we started trying in November. A few months went by, getting lots of negative pregnancy tests and nothing was happening. So, it was very upsetting. But we also knew we needed to give it some time; at least six months. So, once – I want to say it was around July or August that we said, “Ok, it’s time to see a specialist.” So I was going to be getting a referral to a Reproductive Endocrinologist, also known as a Fertility Specialist. And while all this was going on business was going very well for me, I was working as a Massage Therapist, because as you know, that is my training, I’m a Massage Therapist & and Esthetician. I was specializing in prenatal massage. So I was doing all this work in prenatal care and it was great. I was feeling so confident that I knew so much about pregnancy, that there was no way that I wasn’t going to conceive as well. So I had a business meeting with a group of other wellness professionals who focused on pregnancy, and it was a great meeting. The only problem was that I was the only woman at the meeting who didn’t have children. And so every time the conversation came up, or someone said “Oh do you have any kids?” and I would say no it would get a little uncomfortable because it seemed like they all just wanted to talk about their kids. So, long story short, the meeting was great, but was getting very emotional for me. Every time that I mentioned to someone that you know, I had been trying for a while, and not getting pregnant they clearly got uncomfortable. And that

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The Weirdest Day… EVER!

The Weirdest Day… Ever July 6, 2006 by,Cara B. This is a blog from my myspace page where I used to blog all the time! This story is from July 6, 2006. Enjoy!!! Fourth of July weekend is supposed to be full of fun, heat and fireworks. Youre supposed to eat hot dogs and hamburgers and enjoy the summer. My fourth of July weekend this year included all of those things, plus a few extra mishaps and pockets of excitement. From Friday June 30 all the way to Tues July 4 I had fun fun fun and then some. The following story is true and no names have been changed. Here is my story. It all started Friday night. After a long and trying day at work, I decided to get together with an old friend from high school. After some driving around we decided to check out a bar in the area that advertised karaoke as the theme for the night. We sat at a table with some of her male friends and enjoyed some much needed alcohol. Four shots and 3 beers later, I did the unthinkable. I went to the microphone. I looked at the screen. I heard the intro music. I tapped my foot to the beat. Then the words lit up and from my mouth was heard, “oooooh, I bet you wonder how I knew…” Thats right, with a little help from Marvin Gaye and his grapevine I sang my little heart out. I faced my ultimate fear and I got up and sang in front of a crowd. I hit the high notes and sang with a passion I never knew could come out of me. It was liberating! I felt like I reached my ultimate goal! At the end of the song, I received my first applause. I took my bow and accepted the sleazy whistling. I enjoyed one more beer and then my friend and I proceeded to beat 2 guys at a game of pool. We used to do this all the time in high school. We make an excellent team and we always beat the men. Why? Because men dont think that two attractive young women could beat them at a game of pool. Watch your back, and dont challenge us, YOU WILL LOSE. The rest of the night was exciting and then we drove into a ditch. How did we end up in a ditch you ask? Well, the road is being paved and because the cones were not placed properly, we drove on the part of the road that, um, didnt exist. Lets just say, we (well not me, because I was not exactly sober) were driving and we drove off of a mini-cliff. The car dropped about 2 feet and luckily there was no damage, but it was exciting! That was Friday night. When I woke up on Saturday, I heard the sound of a cat crying. I still dont know where it was, because when I looked out the window, there was no cat. The rest of the morning went off without a hitch. Then the afternoon came. I went down to the basement to do some laundry. Now, understand something here. There is no access to the laundry room from inside the building. In order to get into the laundry room, you have to go outside and around the side of the building, and then its like a cellar basement. So, I got my laundry together and I couldnt get the door open. I thought my key was broken, but eventually it popped open. The problem arose when I got locked in the room. For anyone who lives in southeastern Pennsylvania, you know what the humidity has been the past few weeks. The humidity is so strong that the door has shifted position and now gets stuck. So, there was nothing wrong with my key. The problem is the door. The door jams and if youre not careful, you get stuck like I did. Unfortunately, I had left my cell phone in my apartment and had no way of contacting anyone. The big problem is that I dont have the worlds best arm strength, so prying open the door proved to be quite a feat. I was only stuck in there for about 45 minutes, but even still when its 90 degrees outside and youre locked in a basement with almost no ventilation and no windows, its quite unpleasant. Saturday evening was less annoying, but with more excitement. I attended a party for work. Unfortunately, all of my younger co-workers ditched me and went away for the weekend. So yes, there I am, the youngest person there and I still managed to have a good time. My boss and his wife kept pouring me glass after glass of wine or champagne. A couple of times he stole my glass and drank some of it for himself. The fun came when he ordered some hors d’oeuvres for us and neglected to tell me it was escargot (snails.) Now, Ive had escargot before, and Ive never been a fan. After the work party I went to celebrate my friends 24th birthday in Center City. This proved to be quite frustrating when we got stuck in traffic at 10pm because of a really bad car accident on 76 involving an overturned car and because of the biggest fire ever. A few blocks away from where we were heading was a HUGE 4 alarm fire. Half of the city was blocked off so you couldnt even drive anywhere. By the time we parked the entire city smelled like burnt hair. Walking around was crazy because it felt like we were going through a heart. There were so many hoses hooked up to so many fire hydrants it looks like veins and ventricles to the heart. In the end they said it took 100 firefighters to put the fire out. CRAZY! We finally got to our destination: Woodys. Yes folks, I went to a gay bar. What fun it was! I never danced so hard in my life! Its such a nice feeling to be able to let loose and go crazy and NOT GET HIT ON! Im so sick and tired of going out to bars where the men watch you dance. Not only that but they come over and try to dance with you. ICK! First off, I want to dance alone thank you. Secondly, if ANYBODY is going to be that

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