Our Journey

Zak and I have been married for 4 years, and in that time we have had two beautiful boys. John is our rambunctious three year old, and Mason is our ever busy one year old. As most of you know, we started our family young after finding out we were pregnant with John only 2 months into our marriage. We loved being parents, and decided to try for a second child before John's first birthday. It was with great sadness that we found out I had PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) and would have a hard time conceiving naturally. After months of trying, we decided to go on Clomid to expand our family. On our first cycle, we found out we were pregnant again. It was a difficult pregnancy, with many scares. With luck, time, and patience, we welcomed our second son into this world.

It took many many months after Mason was born to feel the urge to have another child. Mason was much needier than John, and required a lot of attention. But again, with luck, time, and patience, we both started realizing that it was near time to conceive once more. Our initial plans were to try in the early summer, but we decided to move the date up so we could try once before I left to visit family in Canada. I was put on 100mg of Clomid (accidentally), compared to the 50mg I was on with Mason. With lots of good thoughts, and wishful thinking, we found out that our cycle was a success and that we would be expanding our family once more. I cannot help but notice that there was a trend in finding out our pregnancies. All of them occurred on the 15th day of each month (John was March 15th, Mason was May 15th, and this these little ones is are April 15th). Each of them were found out at different stages, ranging from 8 days past ovulation, all the way up to 13. Yet they were all confirmed on the 15th. I believe that this number will always be special to me, uniting all three four of my children.

It is hard for me to come to terms that this will be our last child. I always wanted a large family, whereas Zak only ever wanted two children. The compromise was to have three, which is where we both feel at least comfortable with the decision. What makes me feel better is that I will be able to provide the one-on-one attention that each child needs easily, as compared to having a larger family. My children are worth everything, even if it means to have less. In this case, less is simply more. (The compromise might have been three, but someone must have had other plans as we're now pregnant with twins! No longer finding it hard to come to terms that this is our last child, haha).