So, I have a daughter who is almost 15, had her when I was 20. I'm about to turn 35. I'm in my second marriage and since my daughter, in both marriages, have never been able to conceive. After my daughter, I started gaining a lot of weight, was diagnosed with PCOS. As the years passed, I got bigger and bigger and had just lost all hope. There was a miscarriage, a chemical, and what felt like hundreds of BFN. This month when we were trying and timing our BDing, there was one night where I prayed to my late father. I said, Papa, if you have any pull, anywhere, let this be it, please. Let this be it. Despite he PCOS, I have a lovely 28 day cycle. I didn't have any of my usual PMS, but the odd month I don't have any, so never thought anything of it. First day missed period, BFN. So I waited and expected AF each time I visited the bathroom. Well today for some reason, I decided to test again. I sat and watched the oink run across the window and no line show up near the T. Set the test down, got up to wash my hands, but when I turned to grab the test and throw it out, there it was. That second line I've waited almost 15 years to see. I was in disbelief. I grabbed a coworker and made them look and confirm I wasn't seeing things. I went and got the blood work on my lunch break and sure enough, levels are up. It's still so early, and I'm fairly high risk, with the weight, my age, and a few other health problems. But I can't help but believe this is finally it. Please send me your positive vibes and luck for a sticky bun. And take this story as a sign to never, ever give up, or not believe it can happen.