First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage, Then Comes.. Infertility?

And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

-Genesis 1:28

BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY.
Seems like a pretty easy command, huh? Well, I thought so too..

I'm pretty sure I had never even heard the word INFERTILITY until I asked Dr. Google why we couldn't seem to get pregnant.
After several months of trying, I began to worry that something was terribly wrong with me. I noticed weight gain that was hard (nearly impossible) to get rid of, my face was more broken out than a teenagers, my periods were so irregular, and I noticed facial hair growth that wasn't there before. (Not to mention I was SO moody, bless my poor husband's heart). I read article after article and all signs pointed to Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome but I stayed in a state of denial.

I scheduled both Aaron and myself an appointment with our family doctor who then tested everything she could think of. My biggest concern was my thyroid levels but they came back just fine so I decided to schedule an appointment with my OB/GYN. When I went in and explained everything I was experiencing to her, she simply responded with "just keep taking your prenatals, you're young, it'll happen eventually." WHAT? Anyone who has tried any amount of time to have a baby can probably vouch for the amount of frustration I felt in that moment.

There was no better time to find a new doctor so I did my research and found a highly recommended OB/GYN in our area. Unfortunately, she was booked out for about 6 months. I went ahead and made an appointment but didn't want to wait that long to get some answers so I then made an appointment with yet another OB/GYN, hoping she would at least point us in the right direction. The second doctor I saw gave me some (awful) medication to make my period start each month which was a good start but still didn't help us get pregnant.

FINALLY, my appointment rolled around to see the doctor I had been trying to get in with and I'm so thankful that I went to see her. I knew exactly what she was going to find but I trusted that God would have his hand in whatever my condition may be. After lots of bloodwork and a transvaginal ultrasound, it was confirmed that I did have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. I'm glad that I had already self-diagnosed myself because the news didn't hit me as hard as it would have otherwise.

For those of you who don't know about PCOS, it's a hormonal disorder that can make it very difficult to conceive and comes with lots of other side effects, none of which are the least bit enjoyable. I took that for what it was and called Aaron to tell him what they found and to deliver the bad news that she wanted him to do a semen analysis.

So here we are, 10 months into trying for a baby, we just found out that I have PCOS, and she calls with Aaron's results. The analysis showed NO SPERM.