You sit in a room with a stranger and you take this test called a hysterogram, where they put a dye in your tubes to see if they are blocked. The stranger says nothing. She looks at you, and you can see that it isn't good news, but she says nothing. Then another stranger walks in and gives you the news you feared your whole life—that you cannot and will not be able to have children naturally.
So there it is: reality. And you still don't believe it. You hear stories often about women who do get pregnant anyway, and you keep believing that will be you, and you keep trying. We knew we had three embryos—or as I called them, "possibility angels"—waiting, giving us comfort and security. So we knew time was still on our side and began planning our wedding.
Knowing now what we know, we should have been planning for an immediate second cycle.