I am very excited to have my beautiful friend Glee here on the blog to share her infertility story with us. She wrote this a few weeks ago, but I hadn’t had the time to post it earlier due to pregnancy complications and the arrival of our little girl (more about this soon). Glee is now only days away from her due date and we pray that all may go well for her and her baby. She has been an incredible support while we were going in and out of hospital during my last weeks of pregnancy. Thank you, Glee! For being such an amazing friend.
When my husband and I got married in 2010, we never thought that infertility would be an issue for us, we agreed to use contraception for the first two years of our marriage so we could travel. I took contraceptive pills for two years.
I was twenty-nine while my husband was thirty-three and a half when we decided it was time to build our family. We spent a three-week-vacation in Thailand as our second honeymoon and we even joked that our baby would be made in the country of smile. But over three years later, there was still no baby, our excitement long gone, and our hope slowly diminishing. We started entertaining the idea that we’d probably never have children.
I read plenty of articles online about the pros of being childless, sort of sweet lemon-ing, as well as blogs about infertility, and joined several communities for childless people. I was preparing myself for the possibility, albeit I so wanted to have a child.
Somewhere down the road, I met Ann and became friends with her as she volunteered to be a regular writer for my Happy Sis magazine. I followed her journey through fertility treatments and made myself her cheerleader. I wept when her first round didn’t work, and rejoiced with her when the second round worked. I admire her bravery for going through the painful, nerve-wrecking treatments. I was also inspired with their success that I started contemplating: what if?
When I discussed it to my husband, I was surprised that he too was optimistic with the idea. So we planned that in 2016, we’d have the treatment.
However, by the end of 2015 I was mostly sick. By the New Year, my husband accompanied me to my OB and we were very surprised to find out that I was already eight weeks pregnant. What was even more surprising was that Ann and I were just at about the same time; she´s only five days ahead of me. How fabulous!
Our baby came out of the blue, but in retrospect, there were important changes I did in my life that actually led to it. Continue reading 4 Important Changes I Made to Overcome Infertility – Guest Post by Glee