Last year on December 30th, Brandon and I did our last IUI fertility treatment. It was our 6th attempt and we decided this would be our last. It was just too expensive and emotionally draining and the dr. told us we should move onto something else if this didn't work. It was by far the most painful procedure out of the 6 and I was hopeful that if we 'gave up', this time would be successful. I found out on January 12th that this time had failed also. One of the worst moments in my life. It was a start of thinking a different way - we looked up information on adoption even though that path never felt right to me. I had given up hope on ever becoming pregnant. Little did I know that 17 days later, little Preston would start growing. Oh man, - it still brings me to tears thinking of all we went through and where we are now.
Here's some Christmas pictures of our little miracle man:
^"Stop kissing me!!!"^