I must preface this by saying that the story does not end well. It began Saturday when I took a pregnancy test. Tim and I did not expect anything from it, but were pleasantly surprised to see it was positive. The tears, curse words, and hugs in the bathroom will always be cherished. Being the skeptics that we are, I took two more tests Sunday at which both proved to be positive. As you can imagine we were thrilled and loved our little peanut instantly. Tim was convinced it was a girl and we even started calling her Josephine. In the back of my mind, I knew I couldn't fully get my hopes up until I heard from the doctor. I was spotting which is known as implantation bleeding. This typically lasts 1-2 days. Mine was beginning to last 3-4. Everything I researched indicated this could lead to a miscarriage. Monday after lunch, I began bleeding heavily and knew what I feared was happening. Tuesday I saw the doctor and he was able to verify that I was in fact pregnant, but mo
Sharing our journey of infertility to break the silence in hopes of helping others know they aren't alone.