It all started when...

10 years ago, February, my youngest was born...Miss E. We felt blessed beyond measure, and her older sister and brother thought she was pretty great too. We felt pretty complete, and after all the issues we encountered while pregnant with her, decided it was time to make a decision. Well...we made the wrong one! I figured that out almost just as soon as the damage was done. Let me just say, who makes rational decisions when just 3 weeks postpartum...um no one I know! The next several months were spent trying to undo what I put my poor husband through. By some stroke of dumb luck the Air Force got him in and we got the reversal...there was a 2 year wait list, somehow we were pushed through. We felt like we were on cloud nine, and that God was really answering a prayer......

Fast forward 10 years, um no baby! How could this be! We had basically given up hope that we would grow our family, that was until we got home from a wonderful cruise. It was the first time we had really had a vacation just the 2 of us. Mom came and watched the kiddos for us, and we met some friends in sunny Florida, and away we went. I was unusually tired the whole trip, I attributed it to the late nights and early mornings, along with the traveling. I couldn't keep my eyes open when we got home, I tried so hard to stay awake and visit with my mom, but alas sleep called out to me. It was about 6 days later that I realized, hey AF hasn't shown up, wonder what's up. So reluctantly I drug myself out in the icy cold of Alberta Canada, and braved the nasty January roads. When I took the test, to my surprise it was positive, no doubt about it..I didn't have to hold it sideways or squint to see a line. It was definitely there and after 7 years...Victory! It never crossed my mind that there may be something wrong, and much to my dismay a week and a half later, the spotting began, within 3 days the pregnancy was gone. The disappointment and sadness overwhelmed me.

We had resolved that since it took 7 years to get pregnant, it would likely not happen again...Wrong again! We had just moved back to the states, were living in a hotel waiting on the new house to close. It wasn't very fun living the hotel life, especially the hotel we were staying in...not my idea of a good time. The excitement of buying our first house was almost overwhelming, we had a lot to do to make it "ours". After closing we still had to wait for our household items to be delivered, therefore, couldn't stay there until we got our stuff. Three weeks of painting and getting it prepared for us went pretty well. The kids swam in the pool while I painted away. The week we moved in I had an inkling that there was something going on and I poas. Sure enough, positive! Knowing what had happened last time...it was time to proceed with caution. Got in to see a Dr. as soon as possible and they started monitoring my betas, every 3 days for a week...things were looking ok, but not great, and then a little spotting. Time for an ultrasound...Dr. can't find anything in the uterus, therefore she makes the revelation that it has to be ectopic. Knowing my history, remember I said it was eventful with my last daughter, well it wasn't just eventful it was out of this world crazy, not to mention all the other 4 times I was preg. before her. Anyhow, to make a long story short, I argued with the Dr. She told me she was right and I was going to die...needless to say with my history I switched to a Dr. that was willing to listen to what I was saying and look a little more and take a little more time. It wasn't ectopic, duh, I already knew that, but it wasn't developing normally. After 11 weeks of rising betas, and not really seeing much in the uterus, we collectively decided it was time for a D&C. Our hopes and dreams dashed again. I was miserable.

Thinking it would happen again, we waited, month after month, and still nothing. This began our journey in the world of the dreaded Infertility.