Turning Pages...

Leave it to Facebook to remind me to keep things in perspective.

"Turning the page on the longest week of my life! Blessed with beautiful family and friends. Goodnight...tomorrow is a new day!"

This was my Facebook status last year on September 15th, 2010. I had to spend a few moments thinking back to what was going on during the week of September 15, 2010 in order to correlate this to an actual real-life occurrence. Then I remembered. That was when I began my walk down Infertility Lane. On September 8, 2010, I got my first positive pregnancy test. Two days later, I started having complications. I suffered through a weekend of turmoil--wondering what was going on with my body, wishing that Monday would arrive so I could see the doctor.

By Wednesday, September 15, it was determined that there was no pregnancy in my uterus, and I was going to have to be treated for an ectopic pregnancy. They never did find out where the little guy was growing, but (s)he was certainly not where (s)he belonged. By September 15th, I was beginning to heal from the experience. I was beginning to realize that although I was about to embark on a 3-month healing process, I knew that I would have many more opportunities in the future to give it the old college try, and anyway--I was also about to marry the love of my life [for the rest of my life]. What could be better than that?

It was kind of bitter sweet.

Little did I know that my healing process would turn from 3 into 6 months, and that healing process would then turn into 6 more months of repeated losses. It was quite the journey.

This reminds me that sometimes, as much as I can't stand cliches, the journey really is worth the destination.

What a difference a year can make.