Our TTC journey began in late July 2009. Paul and I couldn't wait to start a family.  With every period, I would cry.  With every new month, new hope.  With every baby announcement, resentment....

Three months in we were having fun.  Six months in charting and temps began.  My charts looked like book, well almost, but it was stressing me out.  Ugh....4:30 a.m. thermometer in my mouth can't move but must listen to that stupid alarm going off until the thermometer finally beeped, note the temp, turn the alarm off and begin my day.  At the seven month mark, ovulation tests (OPK), numerous failed pregnancy tests....I was getting frustrated.  Mom and I would yard sale and find neutral colored outfits and different things that I would need.  I set up the crib my parents gave me.  I started decorating the nursery.  

At the nine month mark, I got worried.  I went into see Dr. Green, my gynecologist, nervous about what could be wrong and what I was doing wrong.  I was for sure that I would leave the office and miraculously be pregnant in the next month...silly girl!  She told me to quit charting since it was frustrating me and not helping.  Dr. Green started me on Clomid.   I had some weird symptoms.  I noticed that all of a sudden, I could not hold back when I was in my car and someone cut me off...yes that was me bad mouthing you in my car!  Nothing major, just yelling at people in my car, windows up and radio going...like they could hear me!! In some cases I'm glad they couldn't!!  I had fantastic hot flashes!  Let me tell you, I'd go from being freezing cold in the Antarctic to burning up in the Desert!  Then a unwanted side effect hit, I had problems breathing.  I couldn't climb a set of stairs at a snails pace with out huffing and puffing at the top.  

At the year mark, they took me off Clomid.  No more Clomid for me...great now what!  Infertility....WAIT...where did that word come from...no one had mentioned it to me yet. That was like a slap in the face.  I didn't know what was next or where to go.  Then they tested Paul....and then they tested Paul again and sent us to a Urologist who specialized in infertility, Dr. Schrepferman or "Dr. Shrep" for short (which he isn't).  They ruled Paul and moved on to me...great what's wrong with ME??? On to another specialist...

We were sent to Dr. Johanna Archer at University Women's Healthcare Fertility Center.  I was excited, my cousin had been to Dr. Archer and had just had a beautiful baby girl. Finally, we'd get answers and soon I'd feel the wonderful miracle of a baby inside me.....silly girl!!  Dr. Archer was amazing.  I was in a room similar to an office.  She sat a desk across from me and LISTENED to me.  That impressed me so much.  She took time out of her schedule to discuss, listen, explain, and care about what I was going through.  They did an ultrasound and I got to see everything.  She explained my ovaries, uterus, and everything.  She even paused what so was doing and made sure I could see it all and she explained everything too.  Needless to say, I was hooked.  This was my doctor and I was ecstatic that God blessed us with her!  I went home with a prescription for Femara.  I wasn't thrilled with more drugs but she said as soon as I ovulated we'd do insemination.  I'm pretty sure I floated out of the office. 

I went home and discussed everything with Paul.  We were stoked.  We were both over joyed that finally we would get to feel a baby moving around in me.