If You Want to Make God Laugh, Tell Him Your Plans

Brett and I have been married going on 3 years now. We have been trying to have a baby since the very day we got married. Throughout the whole first year of trying, I knew deep down that something wasn't right, but what woman wants to admit that to herself? I also knew that most doctors would not see you for fertility issues unless you had been trying to conceive with no success for at least 12 months. That gave me the excuse I needed to keep putting off the inevitable doctor's appointment. About 16 months into trying, I began to have irregular menstrual cycles that would last as long as 45 days. Eventually, I missed a period all together and I knew that I couldn't put it off any longer.

I made an appointment with my regular gynecologist and she suggested that we see a fertility specialist. In that moment, my worst fears were realized. Growing up I always knew that I wanted to be a mom and nothing else. Even in college, I had a hard time choosing a major because my ultimate dream in life was to be the typical soccer mom. Brett shared my desire to have a large family and every choice we made for our future was based on the fact that we would someday have a large family. We even registered for wedding presents with the thought in mind that we should get the appliances made for a large family, because some day that would be us.

I tend to live my life day by day, knowing that everything happens for a reason. I tend to get upset at the first onslaught of an issue, but within a few hours I accept what God has dealt us and I start planning the next steps to help us handle the situation. This is what I do, I accept it, I plan for it and I move on to the next step. This works for me and it keeps me grounded and focused. It keeps me from wallowing in the sad times and helps me to move on with life.

A few weeks after my initial appointment, we met with the fertility specialist. When I had called to confirm the appointment, I had asked the receptionist if it would be a consultation only or an actual appointment. She assured me it would be only a short consultation. Great! No need to shave! It was winter after all. We showed up the next day for the appointment and I learned a valuable lesson that day. No matter what type of doctor's appointment you have scheduled, SHAVE! Within minutes of meeting the doctor, I was on the table, naked from the waist down having an ultrasound. I shave the night before dentist appointments now.

To be continued...