We encountered some major fertility issues that required medical assistance to resolve. It was a difficult time, as B. in particular, saw a life plan that included a bunch of kids. Her disappointment was more and more evident each month. We tried, but to no avail.
The Doctors discovered that there was a lot involved in our problems. To this day, I don't have a firm grasp on what each one was, I just know that it seemed as though fate was stacked against us in the kid department.
In order to first take care of my side of the equation, I was subjected to tests and procedures that were at once a bit painful and a lot humiliating. But we got things moving along. After nearly 6 years, we were able to see our first positive pregnancy test. I remember that night. She brought the test out to the bedroom. It was one of the only times in my adult life that I'd felt pure unbridled joy for someone. She was lit up and alive, and I was happy both for her and for me.
We celebrated the next evening with a nice, healthy dinner at a local place. We celebrated our new lifestyle, full of healthy meals, lots of water and me watching over her. It was the best night we'd had in so long.
But, as I mentioned before, fate seemed stacked against us. Within a few short days, it became evident that the pregnancy was running into complications. And, 2 weeks after we celebrated the new beginning, we were mourning our first loss as a couple. She'd lost the baby. Correction: we'd lost our child.