I always wanted 2 kids. I got pregnant fairly quickly the first time around, so I thought it would be a piece a cake the second go round. We started trying for baby #2 in January 2011, with the hopes of having a baby soon after Hudson’s 3rd birthday. One problem… I couldn’t get pregnant. A year went by, so I made an appointment with my gynecologist. After undergoing a number of tests I was sent to a fertility specialist.
By this time, I was OBSESSED with getting pregnant. One day I woke up and realized the rest of my life was suffering because of it. I felt depressed, and I realized I was too busy stressing about it to enjoy my son. Here I was… wanting another baby so badly, that I was neglecting the healthy, happy, miracle I had already been given.
In April, 2012 I went to the specialist… and after a battery of tests, the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong. To my surprise we got pregnant, on our own, that very next month. Something I remind myself to be thankful for every single night.
I can identify with that obsession in my own story. I didn't have as much difficulty as you, but my pregnancy was an emotional nightmare. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Thankfully, my son is born and live is pretty darn good these days. =) Blessings to you~