I can’t believe today marks 8 years since we officially started trying for a family. Today is also a year since the Ectopic was diagnosed, although surgery didn’t take place until the following morning.
I never believed 8 years ago that we wouldn’t have our family by now, and I didn’t believe a year ago that we wouldn’t at least be pregnant again by the time this anniversary came around. In truth, we’re no further forward. Regular readers of my blog will know that all the tests we had under the Recurrent Miscarriage Clinic came back clear, which is of course great news. However, that also means there’s nothing they will do to help us. If we’d never been able to get pregnant, or if we had a reason for the multiple miscarriages we would have help thrown at us by now. Of course I’d rather that we didn’t have to endure the process of IUI or IVF, and even going through those treatments isn’t a guarantee of pregnancy nor that a miscarriage wouldn’t happen, but at least we’d be getting help and monitoring, rather than stuck in this never ending loop of trying, getting pregnant, miscarrying, and repeat.
8 years ago I believed we’d have 2, if not 3, children by now. All the dreams both Mr R and I have for our family have been on hold all that time, and it gets harder every day to believe that those dreams will become a reality. But maybe, just maybe, 2014 will be the year those dreams finally do come true. We can only hope and pray.