I got pregnant last year and was due 10/15/21. Found out when I was 12 weeks (April) no more heartbeat. Baby was a boy. I was devastated, my 3rd miscarriage. I had 2 in my early twenties. I struggled if I should even try again. I hemorrhaged and had to be rushed to the ER to have a DNC. Took a couple months to get my iron levels back. I read It Starts With The Egg. It changed everything for me. I have PCOS with regular periods and followed the guide provided in the book. By Oct I felt better and the doctor gave me the go ahead to try again. Which meant November. Fast forward to Jan 8th and we were intimate and I knew “it worked”. I had learned to listen to my body and had become master to my fate.

I am now 6 weeks pregnant and I am dreading getting the NIPT and I am praying for a baby. I will be 44 in July and I am due 10/1/22.

This will be my last try. I envy women who find out their pregnant and just have a pregnancy and boom baby is here. I don’t know what that feels like. Every person who had a story like mine always says the moment you hold your baby in your arms it was all worth it. But what happens to those who don’t get that moment? I get pregnant really easy and never really had to try but I’ve never made it past 12 weeks before. I’m happy I am pregnant and I feel grateful but the road to having a baby is a long one and I’ve been beaten three times before.

My partner calls me a warrior, said he could never do it. I thought about that for awhile, woman battling infertility are warriors and we are all bonded by our scars. I pray for all of you and please keep me and my baby in your prayers.