A year ago today I was laying on an exam table in California praying and hoping that the little ball of pink cells that had just been put back would continue to grow. She was my only hope for a biological DD - this was our one and only shot at HT and I ended up with nothing to freeze. Despite knowing full well that the odds were against me and it was very likely I would not end up pregnant, I felt a tremendous sense of peace. At least I got to try. At least I made it to transfer and had - for the first time in my life - a real chance at having a DD.

Now a year later she is a little bundle of sweetness and I still look at her in awe and wonder that she is here. I feel I should play the lotto, except that I already have and I won and I feel so incredibly lucky. Often I wonder why - why me. Why did it work for me when so many ladies try and try and sometimes endure tremendous heartbreak and still have no baby. Pure luck, probably. Total randomness, probably. But it can and does happen, and I encourage everyone with the same burning desire to try if you feel you can stomach the stress, the heartache, and the reality of a lot of energy and money for potentially nothing . . . or everything. If only this process were simpler, were guaranteed. I wish it were because I wish so much that everyone who ever felt the sadness and longing of GD could feel what I feel now. It is a feeling I will never, ever take for granted.