When I was 15, I found out that I had a pituitary microadenoma. This is basically just a benign growth sitting in my pituitary glad. They told me "you might have issues with having kids someday" but why would I really think about those implications at 15 years old. Fast forward to 27 and I suffered from a broken heart. No kids for me, but plenty for my friends. Without trying, kids popped up all around me, but just not FOR me.
After three rounds of IUI treatments, lots of drugs, stress, and sadness, I was BLESSED with a positive pregnancy test. I held my breath for 20 weeks to make sure this pregnancy was going to stick around. After my first IUI I suffered a miscarriage and I feared constantly that this would be the closest I would get to having a child. Lucky number 3 came and stuck. YAY! At 20 weeks, the viability increase and I found that my prayers were answered twice - I would get my mini-me - a baby girl.
I didn't have much for pregnancy symptoms. No morning sickness. I was tired - but I could live with that. I kept busy. My sonograms looked great throughout (mostly) and because I was "high risk" because of the pituitary thing, I got to have a sonogram every month. She danced for me monthly and I got more and more excited to meet her.
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