It began in September 2006 when I finally convinced my DH (then boyfriend) to let me go off of the pill...he was apprehensive, and SO SURE that I would get pregnant right away....
By December, I hadn't even had a period..so I knew something was wrong. I made an appt. with an OB for January...after all the appropriate testing, I was diagnosed with annovulatory PCOS. I was prescribed my first round of Clomid in April 2007.
Much to our surprise, on Mother's Day 2007 we were B.L.E.S.S.E.D with a beautiful

Everything seemed to be going perfectly. My HCG was very high, and numerous ultrasounds showed a thriving baby.
It wasn't until my NT Scan at 12.3 weeks (July 11th, 2007) that our world came crashing down. It was determined that I was in fact carrying nonviable conjoined twins. This type of conjoined twin had a 0% chance of life outside of my womb....I literally was the only thing keeping my babies alive. We were faced with many tough choices and we ultimately chose to induce labor at 16 weeks. Staying pregnant was a lose/lose situation. As my babies grew, the heart that they shared would begin to fail them and they would suffer until the end. My life was on the line as well. The DRs tried to talk me into a D&C, but I would have no part of it. I wanted my babies to go peacefully into the arms of the Lord, and that is exactly how it happened.
I was admitted into the hospital on August 1st, 2007 at 8pm.I was given cervadil and a balloon thing was inserted through my cervix to force it to dialate to 3 cm.....I was told that this would be a quick process and that I would probably have the boys (we found out they were boys at 14.3 wks) within 12 hours.....well that was so not the case.....
When I FINALLY dialated to 3cm, I was started on pitocin. OUCH! I labored all throughout the day on Thursday and ending up with an epidural. My babies boys were born still on August 3rd, 2007 at 3:40 AM.
I didn't deliver the placenta until after 1PM that afternoon, for a grand total of THIRTY SIX HOURS of labor.....

It was awful, but I know that I did right by my precious babies and that is all that really matters to me.
Our sons, whom we named Asher (means Blessed) and Noah (means Comfort) were laid to rest on August 8th, 2007 just a couple of miles from our home.....we still miss them terribly, but celebrate their life every chance we get....
Fast forward to 2009....I had transferred to an RE in June 2008 and had every test and procedure known to man done.......We had a failed IVF cycle in Oct/Nov 2008, and we really felt like we had exhausted all of our options. But by the grace of God we conceived our third miracle in October 2009. October 11th is the day I saw that beautiful second line. However, the excitement was short lived as we very quickly discovered that our baby "Tres" was in fact a blighted ovum. I had a D&C on November 3rd, 2009.
At that point, DH and I decided that we were not currently in a position to continue TTC. I was physically and emotionally drained...I had undergone IVF, Ovarian Drilling, and a D&C in a year's time.....that was just too much....
It was clear that we needed a new plan, and it didn't take long for us to realize that adoption was the way that we were meant to start our family. We still have many hopes and dreams for the future, which include a biological child as well, but we are so anxious to travel down this road
Our Home Study is a week away (Jan. 5th) and we *should* have a beautiful baby in our home by the end of the year