My journey through infertility. 8 years, 3 miscarriages, 2 rounds of IVF, 1 adopted son, 1 promise from my faithful Father God and a hope and faith that have grown in exponential measure.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
the next doctor
So I found out about this great doctor that incorporated both modern medicine and homeopathic medicine. He was great. He listened to me, gave me everything in his arsenal and even had me change my diet. I completely went off sugar for something like 7 months. (If any of you know me, that was an incredibly difficult time for me. Growing up my fathers "cure" for anything from fever to stomach ache to a scrapped knee or a sad heart, was a Pepsi. And the special treat he always would bring me was Reeses Pieces or Peanut Butter Cups. To this day I LOVE sweets, but moderate them strictly). So I was Mrs. Cranky Pants for 7 months. I could hardly stand not drinking soda and my craving for it made me want to bite things...or people. But I ate better, lost weight without trying and had a lot more energy. And having the most wonderful husband in the world, he did this diet right along with me. So at this point I was taking pills that were made from animal adrenal glands and reproductive organs, and other such parts, I was taking this thing and that thing. Nothing seemed to make a true difference. So after two years of working on diet and exercise, pills and supplements, we decided to move on.
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