Two different fertility specialists told us that we would probably never have children.

We had been married five years when we began our infertility journey.  I took my temperature every morning. Each month saw a fertility doctor.  Every few months we got moved along to another, more specialized doctor.  Each doctor ran tests, which became increasing invasive, more expensive, more embarrassing.  And each month we got bad news.

We would leave the doctor's office, and just make it to our car before I would dissolve into tears.

We were finally bumped up to a fertility specialist in a neighboring suburb, who still holds the record for most obnoxious, unkind, unfeeling doctor I've ever had the misfortune to see as a patient.

I left his office, determined to never see him again. I called the fertility clinic at Loyola University and made an appointment