
I was 25 when we realized we might have a problem getting pregnant. We had already been married for five years and had not really tried to prevent pregnancy for several of those years. So with this realization, an eight-year journey of infertility began.
In about our seventh year of what seemed like endless fertility tests, medications, and procedures, and then month after month of receiving the disappointing news of no pregnancy, we began to talk more seriously about adoption. Robert and I had always been open to adoption, but as you may know, that process takes a long time and costs a lot of money.