I have been thinking lately how important it is for me to document this rollercoaster of a journey in our lives. Although Logan and I are well on our way down the path of agressive treatment, I am adament that I think back months ago (and quite possibly years) to our initial treatment as the decisions we made then, that got us to where we are today.
Before Logan and I ever started thinking of starting a family, I had a feeling deep down that it may be more difficult for me than the average women to get pregnant as I knew my sister Kendra had so much difficuly trying to get pregnant. I wasn't certain I had the same issues and I don't think she was either. To this day I remember her telling me "You'll probably just pop out those babies without any problem, that's so unfair." At the time I kind of resented it, but now, completely understand the effects that infertility can have on someone. The feelings of defeat, frustration, anger, and "Why me?" are so overwhelming.
Little did I know that those feeling and thoughts don't end or get any easier. Frankly, I don't think they will until I have a baby in my arms.
