A year ago...

A year ago I was getting off the phone with the doctor. I was told it was time to start

fertility medication

. I have never had regular periods. I wasn’t ovulating. I was told my egg count was extremely low. The chance of me getting pregnant was slim. I cried all morning. We had been trying for almost 2 years. I figured before I go and spend over a hundred dollars on these meds I should at least take one last pregnancy test. I can’t tell you how many test I took. Each time I would get my hopes up. Just wanting that Positive test result. And each time it would come back negative and I’d just sit in the bathroom and cry. I would think, “what’s wrong with me?” “This is the one thing I’m supposed to do and i can’t do it.” I thought the worst. My husband would sit there and try to comfort me. This time I took it and got in the shower. I didn’t care anymore. I completely believed it would be negative. I showered. Got dressed. Did my make up. Got my things together and was about to go out the door. When I remembered the test. I was downstairs and almost didn’t go upstairs to go check it. Like i said, i expected a negative result. But i figured. What’s one more disappointing test? I checked it and it was POSITIVE. I sat on the couch and was just baffled that I was carrying a life. I figured don’t get your hopes up. Not again. I was still a little apprehensive so I went to the store and bought 4 more test and each and everyone came back positive. Today I’m headed to her four month wellness appointment. 💕