I am a 30-something professional living in Chicago with my husband, J, and our 2 dogs (who are the most beautiful dogs in the world). I thought, due to the fact that this seems to be the case for most other people, that getting pregnant would be easy. In fact, I spent copious amounts of time and energy avoiding said condition in my twenties. I found, however, that getting knocked up is quite challenging. Sex, apparently, does not carry any risk of conception. Good to know. After a few bouts of Clomid and 4 failed IUIs, we moved on to the romantic world of IVF. Turns out, IVF works for us. IVF #1 resulted in the meekest of BFPs, a roller coaster of blood, tears and eventual miscarriage. I turned into the saddest girl ever. IVF #2, 4 months later, resulted in another BFP and somehow that embryo stuck around. Miracle of miracles, our ridiculously perfect son, Henry, was born on 4/4/14.
IVF #3 in June of 2015 was successful and we are giddily awaiting the birth of our second petri-dish kiddo.