Ok, like many with PCOS, it all started when I turned 14, and my periods started. I'd get them or not. I'd bleed for 30 days, then turn around and not see a period for 3 months. I gained MAD weight. Wow.
The inconsistency and yo yo weight lasted through High School. Freshman year of college, I bled for 8 months straight with a break of about 3 or 4 days a month. Became anemic and sickly.
Went to so many doctors it was unreal.
I was beyond weak, nauseous all the time. Just a mess. Finally found a doc that said "hey, you have PCOS" so, went to this Chicago "specialist" who performed my first hysteroscopy, removing 1 cyst and several polyps from my ovaries.
She promised I was fine. Not so much. The insane bleeding came back, all the symptoms.
This time I didn't wasted any time. I researched and found the BEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD. Dr. Ceanna Nzhat in Atlanta GA. He did a THOROUGH diagnosis.
I had developed more cysts and polyps. SO I had them removed again, this time by him.
He told me that I had to lose like 80 pounds if I even had a chance to get pregnant using Clomid.
But, like others, was told I would not have a child without drugs to help, if at all. Sooooo... flash down the line, working with my doc, I got a good birth control regimen that seemed to alleviate my irregular periods. But, I'm scattered (and stupid) so I was inconsistent.
Then eventually decided, eh, whatever to it all. I didn't take BC for about 3 years after that, my periods were normal, and I never got pregnant as promised... till I did. Randomly, went to the ER thinking I had some wretched break down of the liver or an ulcer. Turns out I just had major gas... amplified by the fact I was 2 months pregnant.
Who woulda thunk it.
The moral of the story is. Science shmience. Randomness with the female body does happen. PCOS is not a dooms day on your womb. It's simply an obstacle. But it doesn't rule fate :-)