As the months started to roll by the emotions started to rage. Pain and disappointment started to set in and I didn’t know what was going on. We were young, active and shouldn’t be having any problems getting pregnant!
There were months where I had some serious melt downs and poor Robert was left not knowing how to comfort me. As we entered into the summer months, we were looking at moving again, and knew that we wouldn’t have insurance or a way to see a doctor about what was going on.
It was a time of transition and we knew that we still had a few months before we thought any doctor would see us. We had packed our bags one more time and headed off to Provo Utah where Robert was going to finish up his degree. After about 6 months I was able to find a job that offered benefits and we were able to finally go to the doctor’s office. This happened about a year and a half after we had started trying to conceive and opened the next phase of our journey: the doctor’s visits and medical treatments.