My husband and I were married in April of 2003, and immediately started trying for a family. I had a feeling that it might take a while for us to conceive due to my irregular periods. But I was hopeful anyway. I saw a doctor after about 6 months of trying with no luck, and she wanted to just put me on birth control to regulate my cycle. I agreed, reluctantly. I had to do that for 3 months, then everything went back to the way it was before. We moved from California to Utah the following March, and thought that we might have more luck with Doctors in Utah. We just had to save up to see one. Both of our jobs did not offer health insurance, so we were on our own. In November that same year, I felt like I needed to buy a test. I was reluctant, because I hated seeing negative results. I had seen plenty of them already. I remember it like yesterday though. It was a Saturday morning. I woke up early and thought I would just get it over with. I sat in the bathroom trying not to look at the test, willing it to be positive. Finally after a few minutes I looked. I just about passed out. It was definately positive. I began to cry, not knowing what else to do. I called my doctor and was able to get in to see him that week. Because I had no idea how far along I was, due to my irregular periods, he requested an ultrasound. When I went to my appointment, they were unable to see anything. My doctor reassured me that it was just to early, and we would check again soon.A week later I began to spot. I freaked out... called my doctor, and he requested another ultrasound. Again, nothing was found. I was sure that I was miscarrying. Although, this time there was a small spot in my left tube. The ultrasound tech, and my doctor told me that it was probably nothing and that I shouldn't worry.The Monday after Thanksgiving my doctor called me to check and see how I was feeling. He kept telling me that he felt like something just wasn't right. He decided that I needed to see a specialist and sent me to Utah Valley Hospital. When I got there I was checked out by a doctor, and sent for yet another ultrasound. This time was different. A heartbeat was immediately detected. It was a strong heartbeat, and got my hopes up so high. Then the tech told me that it was ectopic, and my whole life changed.I went in for surgery the next morning, and ended up loosing my left tube. I was devastated. It took a long time for me to overcome the emotional aspects that came along with the surgery, and loss.We continued to try, and try, and try. Finally my doctor decided to try clomid. The first month it didn't work, we upped the dose. The second month, it didn't work... we upped the dose again. Like they all say, third times a charm. Well, the third month worked, and we were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Our baby girl is now 20 months old and the center of our universe. While going through all of our trials of infertility, I felt so alone. I hated going to church, being around all of those babies, and kids. I was called to be a sunbeam teacher, and although it was so hard at first I think it ended up being therapy for me. I thought, and hoped that our infertility story would end there, but as we are trying for #2, our struggles are back. Although things have changed, we've been trying for just over a year again. My doctor suspects that I have PCOS and wants me to come in for testing after the new year. He's again put me on birth control, which has done one good thing, made my incredibly heavy periods go from 3-6 weeks long to just 1 week, but still just as heavy... I keep looking for information on PCOS, and trying to find anyone that has gone through it and knows what to expect. If anyone has any information... I would love to hear it. Thanks again... I know my story ended up being so long... But, I didn't know what to leave out...Carrie