Putting together the pieces of my spotty health over the last five years and wondering why--after all this time--we haven't found ourselves expecting another.
For more than ten years, I was the family joke: "Fertile Myrtle."  Every time I called a family member and said, "Hey!  Guess what!" the response was invariably, "You're pregnant."  Even when I wasn't.
Over the past three years when we were "trying" but not really trying, nothing.  Just couldn't figure it out.
I did some research on the symptoms I've been having lately.  I suspected my thyroid, and the search results included all of the same old signs: intolerance to cold, insomnia, dry skin, irritability, etc.
But then, the word jumped out and crushed me: infertility.
What???
That would explain a whole lot.  It's quite possible I haven't been ovulating at all.
I read it.  The possibility is 100% based in fact.  But the only way I could know for sure is to see the doctor, and then get a referral to an endocrinologist, because every family physician I've ever seen has less of a working knowledge of Hypothyroidism than I do.
So, I don't know for sure, and this is worse than knowing it's true.
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