All along I knew that someday I would want a kid(s) of my own. I lived my life, traveled, went through some big life events, and was even married for 3 years or so when my switch finally switched and my biological clock was ringing in my ears... there was no turning back. I am not one to go into things un-educated. Within the first month of TTC I was equipped with pee sticks, a fancy computer that predicted a range of days that we should be "doin' it" and some self doubt. One month passed, then three, then six, then eight... no BFP. I started to get anxious...
Now, almost two years, tons of acupuncture visits and two different doctors later, here I am. I refuse to let this defeat me. As easy as it would be to be to "stay home and be depressed" I still have tons of blessings in my life that I will not take for granted on this grand "adventure" that I am on.
