Dan and I were married in 2005 and I then went to nursing school as well as nurse practitioner school. Toward the end of 2009 when I completed my master's we started "trying" for a baby. Well to clarify, we were not trying but not NOT trying if you know what I mean.
Finally in 2010 we went to a fertility specialist just to check everything out... I have a clotting disorder and was having "chemical pregnancies" so we wanted to see if there was something we should/ could be doing differently.
After lots and lots and lots of testing, I was put on Clomid in Oct and Nov of 2010 and in Dec we were pregnant! We waited for 7 1/2 weeks to see a hearbeat and unfortunately there never was one. I miscarried and we regrouped. We were told to wait one cycle to "try" again. So we were not trying but we were not NOT trying if you know what I mean.
Low and behold, January 14 (about a month after the loss) I was at work and I was convinced I could smell a dirty diaper and one of my collegues laughed and said, " If you hadn't just gone through everything I would think you were pregnant." I laughed and went home and thought about it- I didn't want to be disappointed but what would it hurt to pee on a stick? So I did....
OMG! It was positive and not the faint, maybe I see a line if I squint and hold it up to the light but really and truly solid pink line. Dan was away on a ski trip with the boys so I had to wait until he got home to tell him. I told him that while he was gone I figured out our next project for our house and handed him a bib that said "My dad is cooler than your dad." And that is where this part of our story began....
