My whole life I wanted to be a mom. I knew I wanted at least 2 kids--I was open to more. However, I also knew that I wanted to marry young and wait until I was in my late 20’s to have babies. I wanted to travel, I wanted to experience life.

When I was 20 my husband and I got engaged, shortly after we were told we may not be able to have children of our own, and that if doing so was important to us, we should get started right away.  I had gone to the doctor to go over the blood test results to figure out why I hadn’t had a period in almost a year, I left with a prescription for Clomid, a blotchy, tear-stained face, and a terrified fiancé.

The next few months were filled with lots of tears and disappointment. Longing stares in the grocery store at women who were visibly showing and an in depth internet search into what other options we had if this didn’t work. Things were rough, hormones were strong and our relationship was getting weaker--but a month after our wedding, we finally got those two pink lines we had been praying for. We had no idea that over the next 6 years we would be blessed with the ability to have 3 more children and 2 miscarriages without the help of fertility drugs…