So I was reading another blog tonight, friend of a friend type thing. This poor couple has been going through the whole miserable infertility and road to a baby for quite some time, probably around the time we started trying for MG. I think about them often, I guess because they're going through the same struggles we were, there's a connection even if you don't know the person. So I was just dropping in to check on her (kind of a stalker, not in a bad way) and I read that she got a BFP! That's big fat positive for those of you who don't speak the lingo. YAY! So exciting, but then I keep reading and it seems things aren't going well, not sure if the pregnancy is going to last, and then I tear up. And then it hits me, I'm so lucky. Truly. Okay, sure, it was hell going through what we had to, there were some rough years in there with no baby in our arms but look at us now. Blessed. We traveled a rocky road but we came out on top, we got the grand prize! We are the LUCKY ones. Not everyone who travels this road gets to the finial destination, some just keep trucking along hoping upon hope, failed attempt after failed attempt. Those on the outside may ask, "why keep going" those are typically the ones holding their little ones safely in their arms. They can't possibly understand. Moving forward is just that, moving. Working toward a goal no matter how hopeless it may seem. So to those unlucky ones, those who have tried time and time again with no little one in their arms, I am praying for you. You are not alone. Infertility is the worst kind of pain and I wish it upon no one. We are the lucky ones.