Tag Archives: #kuwait


24 Feb

I had my appointment about two hours ago and I must tell you it made my day. The cyst is barely there and the doctor said that we are ready to go for this next cycle! I am super excited to just be over this nightmare simply put. This cyst was just horrible to deal with and very painful. I am ready to move onto trying a new cycle…praying its the one that I ovulate in finally…after 9 months of not ovulating, I am ready to just have one regular cycle. I am doing follistrop once I get my period every other day for about 4 shots until I go back to see him for a check up. AF please come!! I beg of you I need you to start so I can have some happiness back in my life!

Progesterone is my new acquaintance

12 Feb

soo…I went for a follow up the day before yesterday to see how my cyst was and if there were any big enough follicles. The good news is that the cyst is way down! Went from 6cm to 2.5 so the pain is much better..but he didnt see any follicles so he put me on progesterone for 10 days and then well restart after then. He told me that we will most likely do a different medicine with every other day instesd of everyday, but based on that timeline it gives me about 8 days of shots. Only 8 shots? Doesnt seem like it will be enough to make me ovulate but im trying so hard to trust him. I am kind of putting my hopes into march for a proper ovulating cycle. I am almost wanting to email her now to set up an appointment but I dont want to rush it and look stupid. Deep down inside I pray that next month will miraculously work and I wont have to worry about dc except for a follow up. Otherwise keeping busy reading and heading currently to the airport to see my mom who is visiting Qatar so its a nice 2 day break to be with her and a few friends. My birthday is coming up around the time of shots…March 2nd to be exact and im not sure how I feel about that. Its too bittersweet…I was hoping id be pregnant by this birthday, I also wont be around any of my family and friends which sucks, and I will be shooting myself up with fsh at the time. Anywhoo…what doesnt kill you makes you stronger. Its funny to think of an fsh shot as my birthday present to myself lol. Life goes on…and a good amount of my fellow bloggers are pregnant and I am so so so happy and excited for them. Cant wait to join the boat with you all. I pray that I only read good and happy blogs for everyone. Keep the eggs comin’!!

Round II FSH

29 Jan

Just had a pretty tough last hour. I started my fsh shots today, and had gone to the clinic to see how I can give it to myself for the next two weeks. This nurse was amazing. So sweet, kind and gentle with me. She showed the hubs how to mix the medication and then suggested I give myself the shot infront of them so that I can learn better. In Kuwait, women don’t give themselves the shots, they go to the hospitals where the nurse gives it to you. I felt that with the amount I’m taking this time I’d rather keep the emotional, mental and physical pain behind closed doors without anyone seeing. Keep it private between my husband and I. Anyways, I did it. I gave myself the shot. I don’t know how, it was emotionally shocking to me but I feel like a stronger woman now. The hubs and the nurse were cheering me on while I was giving it to myself. It really burns, but the good news is that since I’m giving it to myself I can control how much goes in thus how much pain I will endure. Hubs kept telling me how proud he was of me…it’s hard to do this, but I must.
Down side…I’m sick, yet again. This is the second time I get sick while doing fertility shots as if it wasn’t bad enough. Now I have to take antibiotics, hooray!
That is all. So long for a new month. Around the time I find out if this month worked or not, it will be my 24th birthday. I’m hoping for the biggest gift of all ❤


26 Jan

My husband and I decided to take a last minute trip to Dubai since he had a three day weekend off. It was such a great change and relief from our TTC journey. I have reached a conclusion. I am really depressed in Kuwait, not because it’s not a beautiful country or because it has a lot of cool place to go and things to do, but simply because this is where my nightmare began and is still on going. I’ve realized that when I go anywhere else in the world I feel a million times better. Kuwait/home=infertility. Anywhere else=life is moving on. I even forget what were going through which is amazing because its all I ever think about. Around the time I got diagnosed I had this idea to start an evening dress line that is more conservative yet chic and elegant for those women who can’t wear sleeveless and really open dresses. I had the idea, the passion, the sketches and all the ideas put together, then two things happened. Our TTC journey took a harsh twist downward as well as I had a hard time finding a manufacturer. Right now, it hurts me everyday when I think about my dress line. I know I should consider going back to it, but I knew that I would néed to go see the manufacturer in turkey or china and I can’t right now with needing to be closely monitored. What an unfortunate failure that I’m not sure ill ever get to. Anyways, positive thoughts positive thoughts. I’m waiting for AF to come any minute now, and I’m very anxious about starting the shots. Hubs said hell try his best to learn from the nurse how to do it and be there with me, he is really freaked out of needles, so for him that’s a huge thing. And for me it’s a huge thing that he’s still gonna try to be there for me and get over his fears just like I am. I pray. I pray it’s our last month. I pray that this isn’t as torturous as my last month with just four shots.
On another note…Dubai is amazing! And if you ever get the chance you should def def go!!


19 Jan

I am soo happy because I actually found a doctor here who knows what he’s doing. I’m actually gonna start treatment and I cant believe it. I feel like a new day has started since I finally took the first pill of primolut to get my period. I’m feeling a little bit more of woman now that something is actually happening in my body. The doctor was so professional and knew exactly what I needed to get done just like my specialist told me in the states. my husband is a total Kuwaiti man, when I had first discussed with him about male specialists he told me no way that would happen and just to try and find a female doctor. I came here and everytime I would do research I only found male specialists! I was frustrated and finally told him yesterday that this is all I’m finding and that as much as its uncomfortable for me too, I really want to get working on this baby thing. He told me okay, let’s go and check it out first. I called and found an appointment for today, we went and he told me he needed to do an ultrasound, I semi panicked and wondered if the hubs would be falling apart. As soon as the doctor came in he was such a gentleman and asked me if I wanted my husband with me and I told him yes. My husband came in and everything went okay. When he was doing the ultrasound on me I saw my ovaries and the polycysts were so clear, the clearest I had ever seen them. He told me also that I’m underweight, and that I should try to gain a little bit of weight, but how can I while I’m constantly feeling nausea?? When we left I asked my husband if he was okay with it all and he said he’s I’m totally fine with him because he knows what he’s doing and because he also was very respectful while doing the ultrasound, which is very important for Arab men, especially. They are very overprotective and sensitive about any men getting close to their wives in any way. Anyways, I’m finally starting another month, I just cant wait to hopefully ovulate this month whether it results in a pregnancy or not. I feel blessed and ready. And the doctor finally explained to me why ive been feeling so nauseous, it’s because of the metformin, my god it makes me sick!!
Ready as ever, hopefully my period won’t take 5 days to come this time 🙂

Arrived & feeling helpless

18 Jan

My title says it all. I arrived and I’m already feeling helpless and depressed again. I am Sooooo happy to be seeing ny husband, but this huge and unbaring diagnosis I’ve been left with is too much for me to handle here. I am feeling helpless because there is no doctor to be found, and ny gut tells me that I won’t end up finding one and that most likely well have to wait for march, which means that if march doesn’t work well have to wait until possibly end of July or early august to try again. I am overwhelmed with sadness and pain, and I just wanted to vent it out.

Flying Back

16 Jan

So here’s my deal so far. I’m leaving tomorrow to head back to Kuwait and I’m a little nervous. I talked to my specialist about my lab results today and if she had found anyone in Kuwait yet that she could trust with getting my fertility treatments done there. So far she told me she hasn’t found any. There’s a new facility that just opened in Abu Dhabi, but we can’t go there and do treatment because ill have to be getting shots and be monitored for about 2 weeks she said. I’m scared that I won’t find a trustworthy doctor and that ill have to put off the treatment until we come back to visit again at the end of march. I’m just a little bummed about potentially putting off two more months as well as I’m not really sure what to do with my periodsless body at the moment if i don’t end up doing treatment. Is it healthy to stay two months without a period? Everything I read said no. Higher potential of endometrial cancer later on? Don’t know, and to be completely frank there is not a bit that I can stand about my body when I don’t get my period. I literally want to crawl out of my skin. Everything is off, everything hurts, and it just keeps reminding me that I’m not normal. The good thing is that all my test results came back normal except my AMH, it was 8.5 when it’s suppose to be between 3-5 at the most. This just further confirms my diagnosis she told me. What now? Not really sure, so much will be played by ear.
So I ended up talking to a close friend about what’s happening with me, about an hour into the conversation she tells me that she’s had similar symptoms to me and that “gut feeling” that something is of but she wasn’t really sure what it could be. My heart sank for her, because I feel like there’s a bigger chance that its PCOS than its not. I really hope it’s not.
Anyways, packing and getting ready to head back I’m so tired already. May the future be bright with lots of babies for everyone.