I have been writing this post for a few weeks now, but the words just aren't coming to me. There are events in your life that words aren't able to describe. They seem inadequate.
Our life has been crazy lately. Packing, moving, and so much more...SO MUCH MORE.
Our second dream come true is finally on his/her way! I am at a loss for words.
I never thought infertility would be something I would have to deal with. I am young, healthy and had a BEAUTIFUL daughter with no trouble at all. Infertility doesn't discriminate. It doesn't care about your age, gender, financial status or how many kids you already have.
A few months after having Eliza, I knew something was wrong. It took me over a year to get diagnosed and close to a year and a half to be treated. I am BLESSED beyond measures that my treatment was relatively easy, blessed that Mark works as hard as he does and we were able to financially afford to have my surgery done(and travel 14 hours to have it done) and blessed my surgeon is as skilled as he is.
My surgery was Oct 29, 2012. We left Dr Isaacsons office with the go ahead to start trying for our little bug. Since I was "healed" and it only took one month to get pregnant with Eliza, I was sure this would be no problem. One month of trying, turned into two. A follow up appointment showed no new scarring, then why wasn't I pregnant? Two turned to Three turned to Four. My heart was broken. There clearly was something wrong.
Mark and I discussed if we should go to the DR for more follow up testing. It might have nothing to do with my Ashermans, it could be nothing, or something. That was in February.
We had decided in December that if I wasn't pregnant in February, we would go to Disney World. Take a break from life, have some fun and enjoy life as a family of 3. It was amazing and exactly what we needed.
We came back home and decided to put the house up for sale, that same time we found our dream house to be built and looked toward our future. As we know, the house went fast, faster than we ever expected and we had to concentrate on that.
A Thursday morning I woke up and realized, I was "late". I am NEVER late, each month I actually start testing days before I should. This month I just...forgot. I didn't get my hopes up, there was really no need to, but it did spark my curiosity.
Eliza and I headed over to my sisters to hang out, I didn't think much of it. She lives right by a little shopping center so we walked to lunch. On the way back we were passing a CVS so I decided to stop in and get a test....positive. I dropped to my knees, Praising The Lord, only he can bring us these miracles.
I was in shock.
I had to keep my mouth shut until I could surprise Mark. I didn't tell Eliza, she would blow it for sure!
Come back tomorrow for the story of telling Mark
Updated: Here is the link to read about telling Mark
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