Nature has its time clock ticking always…

It is really painful when you are married before two years but you did not conceive and did not have your baby. To have a baby, I had to put everythingon stake with high expectations. I was thinking that I am perfectly alright from my late teens. I knew each and every movement in my body that had given me an immense confidence on my health.It helped me become a confident adult who knows what she likes and does not like, and is not afraid to say so. Now I feel ready, I have found a man I respect, admire and love, and who feels the same way about me, and together, we want to build a loving and caring family.

This is when nature proved me that it has its own clock. It is ticking with so perfectly that it knows what and when something should be given or taken away from someone. Asthe end of every month of my cycle approaches, I wait with great anticipation, and then deep sadness, as my period comes.

My husband has done all of the tests. He’s fine, and I’m happy about that. That’s one hurdle down. Now it’s my turn to be poked and prodded, and mused over. I’ve already had half a dozen blood tests and an ultrasound, with other tests to come. The wait is interminable. I was shocked when I heard my Physician saying that I have problems in conceiving a baby. I did not lose hope I had confidence overwhelming somewhere from the corner of my heart and it has build my strength over my medication time. We did not wanted to be the One among those eight couples who face baby making problems. We did love each other during our hard times.

After a long period of waiting, now we are at the peak of our happiness. Now I believe the magical formula of one plus one equals three!

Success is one step far from where you quit

My name is Mrithula. I am one of those women who delayed motherhood until the age of 30. I was fit and healthy, ate well and practiced yoga. I had no idea that trying to become pregnant would be so difficult.

Since I was a teenager I had been bombarded by cultural and media messages that said it was okay to postpone childbearing. I wasn’t aware that women’s fertility declined so rapidly over period of time. Everywhere I looked in popular culture I saw images and news clips of older women having babies. I thought I could, too.

Shortly after my husband and I began trying to conceive, we learned that I had endometrial cysts on my ovaries. Those were removed surgically and after another year of trying to become pregnant we decided to sign up for fertility treatments. There was such an optimistic buzz about the promise of reproductive technologies, and everyone in our immediate circle – health care providers, colleagues, family and friends ¬¬– optimistically encouraged us on our journey.

Despite my age and our family’s suggestion that we immediately try donor eggs or adoption, my husband and I plunged forward with IVF treatments. The success stories were so compelling we truly believed they would work, regardless of the odds that seemed to be stacked against us. Like millions of people facing a diagnosis of infertility, after the first two IVF cycles failed, we sunk into some kind of psychological denial and eagerly signed up for more treatments. We thought of quitting and choose the donor way of conceiving a child.

In third cycle, the doctor gave us good news. That was an extremely joyful moment to me because I thought I would never birth a child I was genetically related to. I suffered enormous depression at that time, and when I somewhat recovered, my husband stood beside me. I got conceived. I felt how bad I am because I thought to quit. Now we are so happy that we are a happy family.

I could never imagine myself not being a mother. I always wanted a large family like my own. I’m one of five children; my mother is one of nine. I figured the hard part would be not getting pregnant. My mother had become pregnant with me when my older sister was nine weeks old.

When we started trying to become pregnant four months before my birthday, I expected that I would be pregnant on my birthday. After all, I was still a few years shy of 29. I was in my prime childbearing years. I bought cards that would congratulate our parents on being grandparents for the first time.

When our birthday rolled around, I was still not pregnant. I wasn’t worried yet — didn’t they say it can take six months of trying to become pregnant? My friends gave me baby gifts at my birthday party. I was sure I would become pregnant the next time.

When our next time was over, it was Mother’s Day. My period was late. My husband was waiting for a positive response, since we were sure I must be pregnant. I dutifully waited until day 34 of my cycle to take a test, just as my doctor told me. I was surprised when it turned to be positive. I had already bought a teddy bear and some pregnancy magazines. I was jumping out of joy. Tears trembled from eyes that and I could hear my own voice whispering inside my head. “You are a mother”

After four years of marriage, I had the hardest time not being a mother. Now I have reached a beautiful destination and it is “FAMILY”.