First, let me preface my story by offering this little nugget: It鈥檚 not a contest. Pregnancy, giving birth, motherhood鈥 none of it. It鈥檚 not a contest. I did not suffer the least, I certainly did not suffer the most, but goddamn, trying to conceive was a real mutherf***er of a time. And if it was also that way for you 鈥 then this article is for you. And because it鈥檚 not a contest, if you sneezed and got pregnant on your first try, then this is also for you. Cause hell, women are amazing and creating a human is a goddamn miracle and our bodies are magic no matter how you get there or how long it took you.

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When my husband and I decided to start a family, I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I didn鈥檛 have a clue what it meant, and my doctor, as lovely as she is in so many ways, simply suggested that it wasn鈥檛 severe and not to worry too much about it. She was sure that eventually I would get pregnant, and that if it didn鈥檛 happen after a year of trying, we could then look at fertility treatment options. I heard what she said, but that wasn鈥檛 going to work for me. I鈥檓 a doer. I鈥檓 a shaker. And if I鈥檓 being real, I鈥檓 a bit of a control freak. Waiting a full year before taking action was not going to happen.

When you have PCOS, you grow small cysts on your ovaries, which, in turn, leads to hormonal imbalances. Hormonal imbalances affect your period, which can sometimes cause you not to ovulate. And as most of us already know, no ovulation means no baby. Other PCOS symptoms include acne, weight gain, hair growth or thinning hair, irregular periods, depression, and even diabetes. Fun stuff, right? Incidentally, PCOS is also the leading cause of female infertility.

Now, depending on who you ask, you鈥檙e going to get a different course of action to address this hormonal imbalance or lack of ovulation. Just in case anyone missed sexual reproduction 101, here鈥檚 a recap: Once a month, during successful ovulation, your body will make a nice juicy follicle that turns into an egg that erupts and gets released, travels to the fallopian tube and chills out there for 24 hours waiting for that trusty sperm (assuming that鈥檚 healthy too) to fertilize it. If it does, and it successfully implants itself, then, BINGO 鈥 you have the miracle of life.

These days, getting pregnant is super easy (said no one with fertility issues, ever!). All you have to do is track your ovulation and time sex accordingly! There are even handy apps and little sticks you can pee on that gauge when ovulation will happen. Plus, a woman鈥檚 cycle is always about 28 days long, so it鈥檚 really a no-brainer to figure out when you鈥檙e actually ovulating. But if your hormones are out of balance, those sticks and tricks don鈥檛 apply. When you have PCOS, your cycles can be 30 days one month, 58 the next, and 42 the following. I know because mine were.

When I decided to take matters into my own hands, I felt completely overwhelmed by the amount of information out there. I took to the ol鈥 interweb to read blogs, articles, and message boards. I asked my doctor, I asked holistic practitioners, and I asked the stars. Never one to miss out on an opportunity, I did it all. My doctor prescribed me Clomid (a powerful little drug that helps many women ovulate, and oh yeah, by the way, could also lead to cervical cancer later, but NBD.) I took HCG (Human Chorionic Gonadotropin) shots which can help cause ovulation, but side effects could lead to multiple pregnancies (Octomom, anyone?). With the help of those two fertility treatments, I also received two IUI procedures wherein sperm is placed into your uterus through a flexible catheter that is passed into the vagina, through the cervix, and into the uterus. Now, that鈥檚 what I call a Friday night, folks! Just in case you were wondering, and I certainly was at the time, this procedure 鈥doesn鈥檛 hurt鈥. DOESN鈥橳 HURT?! Say that to my face! Or at least to my retroverted uterus! Just to make sure all my bases were covered, I also started seeking more holistic approaches. I started seeing an acupuncturist twice a week (which was super fun since I鈥檝e had a long time phobia of needles), I read the Pregnancy Miracle, which recommended I change to a plant-based diet (buh-bye In-N-Out burger), get rid of all non-natural cleaning products, and stop drinking alcohol and coffee. By the way, dealing with infertility and also not drinking wine might be the deadliest combo of all time. I wouldn鈥檛 wish it on my worst enemy.

I performed daily fertility massages on myself (thank goodness for YouTube), and made fertility smoothies! Oh, the smoothies!!! We鈥檙e talking bee pollen, flax seed oil, hemp seeds, and goji berries! Oh, did I mention I had to pick up a second job just to pay for those goddamn goji berries? Turns out fertility treatments and goji berries are not covered by insurance and cost a pretty penny. One day I also drove to Chinatown and bought fertility herbs from an elderly Chinese gentleman who also suggested I dab some horse placenta around my eyes so that I wouldn鈥檛 be so angry or tired looking, and dab I did. (Goddamn right I was angry! I had to get a f***ing second job to pay for goji berries). In order to decrease my stress levels, I started regularly receiving massages and attending meditation classes. I consumed pineapple core for its bromelin for my cervical mucus, I made extra sure my vaginal canal wasn鈥檛 too acidic, cause yeah, that鈥檚 a thing, and I ate Brazil nuts to help with my uterine lining and blood flow. I prayed to the heavens and received spiritual healings. And I had mucho sexo. Mucho mucho sexo.

Doing all of this stuff was hard. It was hard to stay positive. It was hard to keep the faith. And again, it was super hard to pay for goji berries. But the hardest part of all, at least in my experience, was the isolating nature of the experience and my inability to be happy for others who were pregnant. My PCOS embittered me and turned me into a version of myself that was hard to live with. I started turning down baby shower invites and avoided even being around pregnant bellies. It hurt too much to be around it. I woke myself up in the middle of the night in sweat and tears. It was the most painful and all-consuming experience of my life. Not only did I feel sad and discouraged that I wasn鈥檛 able to get pregnant, but I felt guilty for my inability to be happy for others. Infertility is a real b*tch that way. A word about self-care, ladies. It鈥檚 hard to put into words what it feels like when you鈥檙e in it, if you鈥檝e never been in it, but sometimes you just gotta take care of you. If being around pregnant ladies is breaking your heart, it鈥檚 okay to remove yourself from those situations. It鈥檚 not always polite 鈥 but it鈥檚 always okay.

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But my story, albeit long, has a happy ending. After doing all of the above, and never actually knowing which of them ended up being the culprit (my guess is it was the goji berries), my husband and I found out one fateful morning last January that were going to be parents. I legitimately loved being pregnant every goddamn step of the way, and I gave birth to a gorgeous hunk of a baby boy in September that I simply can鈥檛 keep my hands off of.

Since the day I found out I was pregnant, and I swear on my life this is true, I have been in a perpetual state of gratitude. And now that my baby is five months old (and most of the post-natal hormones have left my body such that I don鈥檛 cry at the onset of every sappy commercial that ends in a kid going away to college), I have felt compelled and impassioned to share my story. I wanted to find a way to empower other women who are struggling with infertility. I wanted to tell them that they are not alone. So I took to pen and paper and I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Until one day, I had myself a script.

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When life gives you lemons, make lemonade 鈥 or make a funny, kick-ass, empowering film about infertility. That film is called GRIT, and it鈥檚 a short dramedy that follows Frankie, on the onset of her infertility diagnoses. In her late 30s, with little money in the bank, and happily single, Frankie must use her strongest asset, her grit, to tackle the issue head on. Frankie鈥檚 story addresses the societal shift towards women choosing to have children later in life, it sheds a light on infertility, and it celebrates choice in an era where women鈥檚 reproductive rights are under attack. You can learn about it here: GRIT.

Whether you鈥檙e pregnant, trying to conceive, struggling to conceive, or a proud (and tired!) mama, I hope you enjoy watching GRIT as much as I enjoyed writing it. It鈥檚 a passion project that has not only been cathartic for me, but also one that is creating opportunities for ladies behind the camera 鈥 something I鈥檓 committed to as a filmmaker. If this sounds like the kind of project you can get behind, please check out the link, follow the campaign, and share with your friends! Here鈥檚 to juicy follicles, taking care of you, and supporting one another!

Learn more about GRIT here, and let us know your thoughts @BritandCo and @GritTheFilm1.

(Photos via Eileen Abarrca)