Infertility Confessions, Part 3 - Preparing for IVF

Before we began our IVF cycle, I got the opportunity to attend a conference that just happened to be in Disney World. 

So Ken and I hopped a jet plane and counted ourselves lucky to be apart of this adventure. 

We had the best time and enjoyed the rides, food, and of course the conference. 

It was the perfect vacation before taking part in a round of IVF that we just knew as going to be successful.

After we got back from the "Happiest Place on Earth," Ken became a pro at giving shots, and I became a pro at receiving them.

We were well on our way to our successful IVF, and we were so happy.

About a week before our scheduled successful IVF, we learned of a family member who announced she was pregnant.

I just cried and cried, because I felt that her announcement had proceed ours. Therefore, our successful IVF was not going to be successful.

It was that moment that God whispered to me, "I have not forgotten you."

It brought so much comfort that my fears turned a 360, and we were well on our way to success.

So we did all that we had to do, and went home for the two week wait knowing that everything was going to be okay.

I even sang my "Red Solo Cup" song for a pregnancy test, and jumped in the shower only jump out to see a positive.

A POSITIVE!!!

This had never happened, we celebrated by me getting Ken's reaction on video.

We were on cloud nine. All I had to do was go in to take my blood test the next morning for the confirmation that yes, indeedy, I was pregnant.

Except, I had a feeling that there was going to be good news and bad news. No one wants to be a Debbie Downer, but sometimes you have feelings you cannot shake.

When I woke up to go to the doctor to do my blood work, I started bleeding.

I was so upset, but I went on in and did my work up.

When Christine called, there was good news and bad news

The good news - I was pregnant!

The bad news - my numbers were low, and I would have to come in and do more blood work.

We were so upset. I knew in my heart, that I would miscarry.

God had told me that He had not forgotten me, but I felt that He did.

I miscarried 3 days later, and saying that we were heartbroken is an understatement.