I think my breaking point was July 2012. We had just gotten home from our family vacation, in Italy (which doubled as a honeymoon for my sister and her husband). I was sitting at the computer looking through our vacation pictures, and I got a phone call. You can call it intuition, but as soon as I heard her voice, I knew. My sister was on the other line. I could tell that she needed to say something but she didn’t know how.
“Did you get my text? I sent you a picture!”
I tried to sound as excited as I should have been. But, I was heartbroken to my core. I needed to be more excited for my sister than ever! She was having a BABY! I didn’t let her hear the pain in my voice. I carried along with the conversation for as long as I could.
As soon as we hung up, I broke. I sat staring at the computer screen with uncontrollable tears running down my cheeks. She had gotten pregnant on her first night.
That was when I knew that I had to start our fertility treatments again! I wanted to be a mom, more than I ever wanted anything else.
