My road

So on the forum I frequent there was talk about infertility and the road some of the gals have been on to get where they are today. And though I didn't leave a comment about the topic, I can't help but reflect on my journey.
Not many people know this, but the hubs and I were thisclose to having to go through treatments in order for me to get pregnant. My periods weren't regular, so I knew it was going to be a very bumpy road for us. But on the 10th cycle, I finally got a positive home pregnancy test... the pink line on the test had a twin!
Sadly, on the day of our very first pre-natal appointment (and our first year anniversary) I miscarried. I started bleeding lightly & about 30 minutes before seeing the doctor it was pretty evident I was losing the baby. Sorry you're losing the baby - oh! but Happy 1st year anniversary.
The OB told us since we were successful in getting pregnant before 12 months, then there was no need for us to even consider seeing a specialist or getting tests done. I kind of freaked out because in all honesty, I did not want to wait another year. I didn't like him anyway, so I switched to my current doctor - Dr. Helen Goo 2 months after the miscarriage.
At the first appointment, she listened to my concerns and wasted no time in deciding to have me get run for tests...just in case there really was something wrong....never mind that I was able to conceive before 12 months. You see, after the miscarriage, I never got my period...by then 3 months had passed and still no Aunt Flo. And test after test, it was just a lonely pink line.
I left Dr. Goo's office with lab slips to get my blood drawn for my first series of tests. Five vials of blood they took from me that Thursday. I didn't care - -I just wanted answers.
And wouldn't you know - -that Saturday, as I was packing things in our bathroom (we were moving to our new home that weekend) I found one last home pregnancy test. I figured - -eh! what the hell.
Took the test. Walked out of the bathroom to grab my shower gels to put in the bathroom box and when I got back, I saw two hot pink lines!
I couldn't believe it. The hubs and I were so sure & ready to go through tests, treatments, etc just to conceive. We felt so very blessed to be pregnant again.
It hurts me when people tell me how 'lucky' I was to get pregnant again so easily. OK - so we didn't have to go through treatments. I didn't have to take medication to get my body to cooperate. But trust me, I know how it feels to see one line on that test month after month...test after test. I've felt the joy of knowing that finally, finally after getting that positive result... I have succeeded. Only to have that joy be snuffed out after 6 weeks (I was 10 weeks along when I miscarried).
And so now, I am pregnant with baby #2. Lucky? No, informed. Once we decided to try again, I ran out and bought a copy of Taking Charge of Your Fertility. Such a good book for those trying to conceive.
I cannot imagine how hard it must be for those that have traveled a far more bumpier and longer road than the hubs & I have. I can't imagine how my parents felt on their road to have me....yes, my parents had me with help from fertility drugs.
This I know though -a baby who is longed for and conceived the natural way or with help from drugs or treatment is a baby that will be loved.