My husband and I have been trying for easily 3+ years. Last March we had the best week of our lives because we were finally pregnant!

We both felt as though we were walking on air. It was the most exciting time of our lives and we were so incredibly happy.

One week later I was in some of the worst pain of my life. Constant and then couldn't stop bleeding. After a couple of visits to the doctor and being poked with needles about 12 times (Because lord knows my body cannot do me a solid and just keep my blood flowing properly) we found out it was an ectopic. We were on cloud nine no more. Another week goes by and I have had 2 injections of methotrexate and about 6 more needle pokes for blood draws. I go home from work not feeling well from round 2 of methotrexate. Hubby gets home later, makes dinner, I ate and make it as far as the bathroom before the most excruciating pain hit me like a brick wall and I hit the floor. (I'll spare most of these details) Into the ER we go. We should have been prepared for this as we knew it was a possibility, but denial set in and the shock that they wanted to do surgery seemed an extreme idea. After a very patient gynecologist stepped in it finally set in that this had to be done. Still some with doubts but trusting the experts here we go. I am incredibly thankful for that doctor that night. My tube had burst and I was bleeding internally. It's now been 10 months and this experience still hurts. I get PTSD every month when that T.O.M. rolls around. We have been back to trying again since we were allowed to after my surgery. With no success and many more tests and needle pokes my doctor tells me there has been a cyst on my ovary (opposite from the side of the tube now removed) it has been there the past few ultrasounds ( figuring it would go away like all the others I've had) and we need to make sure it is not causing these issues or something "more". Well, back under the knife I go!.. Cool, endometriosis... *Let's just add that to the list of signs my body hates me*

We're now going through fertility treatments. January was our first round with Letrozole and all the other hormones and belly injection. Today was the day for me to take my pregnancy test. Today also ended up being the day that I got heavy cramps and those other fun signs of the unwanted visitor rearing it's ugly head. *yeah, THAT guy* Took the test anyway. Because that's what I was supposedly to do. *negative*.....

It's so hard stay positive when everything feels like it's working against you.