Not This Again!

When school started back in August, Harrison was almost 9 months old.  I was very grateful that I had been able to stay at home with him.  I slowly got back into the swing of teaching and being a mom.  It was rough at first, because I felt as if I was leaving my heart at home each day.  It worked out well, though, because my wonderful mom loved being with him each day (and even got depressed each summer when her duties ended for a few months). 
I had always dreamed of having two or three children.  After we had Harrison, I fooled myself into thinking that we would be one of those couples who had trouble having our first one, but, after that, things would just "happen."  When we went through IVF, we were not able to freeze any embryos, so that meant it was all in nature's hands.  
Around Harrison's second birthday, we began having "the talk" about having more children.  Already having been through infertility, it was absolutely horrible to think that that was our only option...again.  I spent countless hours on my hands and knees praying that it would not be necessary for us to have to go back. That was not in God's plan for our family.
Shortly after Christmas of 2009, we decided (reluctantly) to go back to the fertility clinic to see what our options were.  We tried to remain optimistic, but dread crept in as we walked back in there.  Needless to say, I had NOT missed that place.  When we stepped foot into the waiting room, all of the emotions of our battle came rushing back with a vengeance.  Looking into the eyes all of the people in the waiting room just broke my heart for I knew their stories, not specifically, but I understood their emotional battle. 
We were called back to talk to the doctor to discuss all the options we had.  As we feared, we were given a few options that had very little chance of success.  In Vitro was highly recommended, but we just didn't have the means for that again!  We decided we had nothing to lose by trying the lesser options to see what would happen. After all, we had Harrison, a healthy, happy two-year-old and a God who was MUCH bigger than the small percentages we were given. I was scheduled for a routine, thorough evaluation before a round of insemination.
I wasn't prepared for what the "routine" evaluation would show.....