In the beginning...

I married the most wonderful man in the world on May 30th of 1999 in a beautiful chapel in the woods. Everything about our wedding was perfect, our families got along, the food was divine and people called for weeks to tell us how wonderful it all was.

We settled into married life quickly, Brian went back to work and I to my Junior year of college. We got used to being poor very quickly. If it weren't for my parents, we would have had to live in a box and eat out of dumpsters. Instead we were able to live a happy life in our little house. At that point we figured that surviving on one salary and barely paying our bills was going to be our biggest trial, boy were we wrong.

I finished college and went on to grad school. Brian jumped jobs a couple of times before finding one that he loved. After 5 years of marriage we decided that it was time to start our family. Month one was a blissful time of hopes of what was to come. Months two and three were much the same. The subsequent months got more and more stressful. Everyone had always joked that since my sisters were able to get pregnant so easily and so early that I would be the one to have problems. (I definitely shouldn't have laughed.)

After a year of trying, including basal body temperature monitoring, strange sexual positions, Robitussin, Mucinex, Vitamins, gallons of green tea, buckets of water, charting, plotting and planning, I decided to see my OB. And that is where the true "fun" began.