Where it all began

My husband Jerry and I were married in August of 1995 on a very hot and sticky day.  We were ready to take on the world.  We would have it all.....love, family....happiness all the way.    In the first year, we didn't panic when it seemed that getting pregnant wasn't going to be as easy as our parents led us to believe.  We tried a little temperature taking in the morning....counting the days of my cycle....timing whoopie.....we had a few tests, (both of us).  What we learned was that we both clearly had issues.  These issues weren't going to be anything that we couldn't tackle.  Our doctors were confident that we could conceive.....with a "little help".

In all actuality, it became a full time job.  Twelve months of inseminations....all failed.  The next step would be a crazy procedure called ICSI (Intracytoplasmic sperm injection of eggs, & then IVF & embryo transfer to the female is an effective treatment for male infertility & sperm defects).  Chew on that one for a bit.  It blew our minds.   We pondered that for a while, because one... the cost was over $10,000.00, and two.... it all sounded scary.  Harvesting eggs, shots everyday, a lot of medications,  surgery and of course all of this was not covered by insurance and.......what if none of it even worked?????? Thus, began my journey into my heart and soul for the answer to the question, "Do I really want to be a mother bad enough to go through all of this knowing the risk that it may not even result in a baby"????

The answer was YES!   I will be a Mommy or BUST!

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