On my 40th birthday
On my 40th birthday I told myself that this was how it was going to be, that we wouldn't have children, and I needed to look forward to the second half of my life and stop waiting for something that would never happen. I decided it was time to get serious about losing weight so I went on a diet and started walking for an hour every night. I lost 25 pounds in six weeks. And then bam. I was pregnant without IVF (in vitro fertilization) or anything.
I'm not saying that healthier living is the reason I finally was able to get (and stay) pregnant, but maybe in my case it helped just enough. I don't konw. All I know is, it felt like a miracle. In my second trimester I woke up bleeding one morning and thought, "Well, that's it." And I cried like I'd never cried before. But she survived. I also suffered a case of very painful shingles a few weeks later. Again, I thought I might lose her, but she survived. And then she was born ten weeks early while we were visiting family 600 miles away. We stayed in Virginia for seven weeks until she was out of the NICU.
What a crazy ride it has been, but she's now two years old, happy and healthy with no complications from being born early. She's a very stubborn, determined little girl, and I think those traits helped her survive in utero as well as when she was born.