Hello Big Blogging World...

Well, Hello blogging world! I have been contemplating this for some months now and today is the day! In 1 month I will celebrate 4 years of marriage to my best friend! WOW! Norman is an amazing man....and a big ol' baby when he needs some doting. I am sure most of you know my reason for starting this blog, but just in case you don't I shall fill you in. The best way I can think to do this is by sharing a little piece of a "love" note that I wrote for Norman not too long ago......
........It all started in the beautiful, romantic, Southern town of Savannah. I didn't want to rush into having a family because I wanted us to enjoy one another, but deep down inside I wanted to get pregnant on my honeymoon. I have always dreamed of being a mommy and when we were married I knew not only had I married an amazing husband, but I had married an amazing daddy as well. So on our honeymoon I just KNEW we would get pregnant....a little girl with pretty pink bows who we would name Savannah or a precious baby boy with chubby little legs named Marshall (after the hotel where we stayed, The Marshall House...which I highly recommend...but I digress). The honeymoon came and went and it didn't happen for us. No Biggie. But after a few more months I had a feeling in my gut that something wasn't right....something might be wrong. A little over a year later I finally decided to request the necessary blood work which confirmed my fears. Some of the saddest words I've ever heard were, "Mrs. Turner, we are referring you to our infertility clinic." I remember it so vividly. It was after I had gotten home from school one afternoon when I received that phone call. I almost couldn't keep the tears at bay to say thank-you and good-bye to the nurse. So, head first, I jumped into the world of infertility dragging you along with me. Still, I was positive and thought the problem would only take a few months to "fix" and then our baby (or babies...since we were at a greater risk for multiples) would have a cute little picture hanging on the waiting room wall at St.Vincent's infertility clinic....maybe a birth announcement, or Christmas card, or just a family portrait. Anything to boast that we had overcome our struggle with infertility. But eventually (about 2 years later) our sweet nurse, Tracy, told us we should go somewhere else where they could be more aggressive. So....Brookwood (ART-Alabama Reproductive Technologies) it was....more aggressive here we come!.... After getting the "not pregnant" news after the second IUI I really felt like a piece of me died that day. It was the weirdest feeling ever...the numbness...the blank stare...all the way home. Norman, you were/are/have always been so strong. Since then, God has given me the peace that I need to look at babies and strollers and pregnant bellies and not get upset. God has been right beside me the whole time--even when I wanted to be in control (which I have to admit was most of the time). But honey, I am CERTAIN God has an amazing plan for us.....we only have to look into those holy books that sit on our nightstands to find that promise over and over again......

I think this is enough for my first post. Please feel free to comment...maybe I can figure out how to check them.:-) And just bear with me as my blog is under construction in these first few days or weeks. Also understand that there is so much I want to share, but that too will come with time. Thanks for taking the time to read my very first blog! And please understand that I have truly transformed from heartache to hope! Love!