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Four miscarriages… four years of fertility drugs… seizures… 60 lbs of extra weight… hospital stays… surgeries… and even a cervical cancer scare.
Five years ago this week my husband and I officially began our quest for pregnancy. We had no idea what the road would bring or how long it would be. It was possibly five of the most trying years of my life. Fertility trouble is never easy. Not for anyone.
But through it all, even a rough pregnancy… I wouldn’t change a thing. I stare at my beautiful perfect son and all I can see is perfection. He is eight weeks old tomorrow and I cannot get my fill. He is pure innocence.
He is perfect.