A little background

My husband and I have been married for 5 years and have been together for 7.  He is honestly my best friend and one of the best things that God has blessed me with.  Around 2 1/2 years into our marriage we decided that we would start trying to start a family.  I come from a super large family (1 of 9 children for my parents) and he is an only child.  Let's just say that it has been an adjustment.  We "tried" for 6 months without luck before deciding to change doctors.  Let me tell you that this was not an easy decision.  I had used this doctor since I was 13 years old.  I have a bundle of female problems and I had always trused him.  Had being the important word.  After getting a second opinion, we quickly found out that things were very wrong.  As it turns out, I had not ovulated at all the entire time we had been "trying".  6 months of our lives had been wasted.  That might not seem like a long time, but when you deal with infertility for years, those 6 months were precious wasted months.  We are still very bitter with this doctor, but for other reasons that I won't cover on this blog.  We switched doctors in August, in November after 2 Clomid cycles, we were expecting.  Our joy quickly turned to saddness as I had my first D&C on December 2, 2009.  I thought then that it was the hardest thing we had ever gone through.  I didn't know then what a hard road we had ahead.  As soon as we were cleared to try again we did.  We were pregnant again in March 2010.  May 17th, 2010 (one day after my husband's birthday) I had my second D&C.  We immediatly struggled to find answers.  Our new doctor, who we love, told us that until we had the 3rd miscarriage he still believed that they were just a coinsidence.  I could not bear to try for a 3rd miscarriage.  After taking a few months off for prayer and thought, we saw a fertility specialist in September of 2010.  I will never forget that first appointment.  I had two friends who used the clinic and they warned me that they were aggressive and the first day would be overwhelming.  Never did I expect 15 vials of blood, a procedure to check my tubes and a sperm sample from my husband.  Eventhough we were overwhelmed that day, I will forever be grateful for them.  Within 2 weeks, we knew that I had one blocked tube, a blood clotting disorder (they believe it caused the 2 miscarriages), and of course I don't ovulate.   I had an unsuccessful procedure to try to unblock my left tube.  I was devastated, but our doctor was confident that it would not hinder our efforts.  I met with a hemotologist and we worked out a plan for "when" I got pregnant.  We went through 7 months of treatments and 4 IUIs before finding out that we were blessed with twins.  We still had fear, but let ourselves begin to believe that we would bring these babies home.