My grandmother came from a very large family.. And when I say large i mean 11 brothers and sisters large. 12 in all (plus 2 wonderful parents), they all lived in the countryside of Virginia. Clearly my great grandmother had no problem conceiving children, but when it came time for my granny wanting a child of her own, it was a whole different story. Lots of upsets, false positives, and many doctor visits  provided no answer as to why my grandmother just could not convince! 10 long years later and just when she had almost given up all hope, she returned from the doctor with the news she had waited so long to hear. On October 7, 1963 my mother was born. My grandmother's only child. My mother then grew up to later give birth to 5 of her own, me being one of them. And now, here I am with the grand news of my own that i may be pregnant now as well! Morale of the story, please never loose hope. For one day God will bless you with the little miracle that you've been praying so very hard and long for! Best wishes to all and thank you for hearing my story! ❤️