I don't normally just go out there and tell people who didn't ask, what my story is. I just felt the need to talk about it though and I hope you lovely ladies don't mind.
For 11 years, my husband and I have struggled with infertility. I was morbidly obese and had lost almost 40 pounds. At that point I got pregnant (in 2006) but had a miscarriage. That was six years into our marriage. After that, I gave up on trying and gained back the weight, plus more because of how depressed I was.
We went to some fostering classes in 2007 thinking that maybe we could end up adopting a child that way. Even if we never adopted, at least I would have children in my life. I was okay with that. At that point I had given up completely on having a child of my own.
At that point we were talking about gastric bypass surgery. It had been brought up before but I never wanted to give up on the idea that I could lose the weight myself. I had tried and tried. Every diet, even some pills. Nothing ever worked. Finally in 2009 I said, "Let's go for it." I had lost 170 pounds and even after that, I couldn't get pregnant.
Then we started the fertility treatment process. It took nearly a year to get things in order. Blood work, tests, meetings; all of that sort of thing. We couldn't do a fertility treatment at my husband's job at the time, so part of that wait was due to him looking for, finding a job and waiting for that insurance to go through. To be honest, I had absolutely no faith that the treatments would work. I was only going along with it for him.
We finally had gotten to the point where it was time to start my fertility drugs. This was in November of 2011. I was waiting for my period to come so that I could start the drugs. It wasn't coming and it wasn't coming. Finally after 8 days I called the fertility people and asked if something might have gone wrong with the sonohysterogram that they performed. She said that wasn't likely, and that she would order a blood test to find out what was happening.
I got the blood test but they did the wrong blood work! So I had to go back again. In the meantime, my mom encouraged me to get a pregnancy test but I didn't want to. Finally I gave in and got one, just so I could eliminate that possibility from my mind. I wanted to tell her and my husband that I was right: I was not pregnant. Well guess what? Two pink lines showed up! One was extremely faint, barely even there so I still doubted it. However, the woman at the fertility clinic confirmed it: I was pregnant and got pregnant WITHOUT drugs!
Throughout my whole pregnancy, I still couldn't believe that I was pregnant. I couldn't believe that we created a miracle. A true miracle. Now my little angel is here, and she really is perfect. She is almost three weeks old.
I guess I felt the need to write this for those who have lost hope. I know I did, but my faith has been restored.
Here is my sweet angel, at two days old:
Athena Curie <3