I married my best friend when I was 27 years old. We always knew we wanted children, and even though we had been dating for 5 years and living together for a year and a half, we still wanted some time to together to be a married couple before we started our family. We spent some time traveling to New York City, bought ourselves a house and settled in to our new life. Friends started having babies by the truck load, it seemed every month there was a new announcement and after hosting a baby shower at our house one afternoon, we knew we were ready to start filling our spare rooms up with cribs and change tables too.
As luck would have it, we became pregnant our first month trying! We were filled with joy and celebrated with a dinner out on the town, but the tears of joy were quickly replaced with tears of sorrow as I woke one morning to a significant amount of bleeding. We had miscarried and it was devastating. Doctors, lab techs and friends would tell us “at least you know you can get pregnant, you’ll be pregnant again in no time”
They were wrong.