Pregnancy After Infertility


I don’t even know what made me take a pregnancy test that day. The only time I’d ever seen two pink lines was after my fertility specialist confirmed our IVF pregnancies with blood work. I would run home after those appointments and do a test just for fun — and for a keepsake, of course. (People keep those things, right?)

But this time was different. We had two little miracle IVF babies, one three and the other about 18 months old. We knew we wanted one more baby to complete our family, but we didn’t have any frozen embryos left, and I was feeling less than excited to start the whole process over again. We met with the fertility specialist one Thursday morning and came up with a plan to start some time around our son’s 2nd birthday. Before we left the office, I randomly asked the doctor if he would do a scan of my ovaries just to make sure everything looked normal. He agreed, and we headed back to the scan room. The next thing I knew, he was asking me “Did you say you don’t ovulate? Because you did this month!”

Excuse me…what??? 

We left that day a little confused about our plan. We weren’t sure if this meant we should try on our own or move forward with IVF, which was all we had really known. We were still “discussing” when I took that pregnancy test about a week later. The kids were watching a cartoon while I showered, and I’d actually forgotten about the test until about 20 minutes later. I glanced down and saw a dark pink line… and a faint one next to it.

Excuse me…what???

I waited a whole day to call the fertility specialist. We went to a park that morning as planned, and I even thought about other things. Even though this was all I had ever wanted, my mind just couldn’t comprehend the fact that we could get pregnant on our own. That wasn’t the way things worked for us.

Blood work the next day confirmed that it was in fact a REAL pregnancy, but unfortunately, things ended just a short 10 days later. I was obsessively taking tests (doesn’t everyone?), and I noticed at one point that they were starting to get lighter. When I went in for an ultrasound a few days later there was a sack, but no baby visible.

We were sad. But more than anything, we were hopeful. Hopeful that we could get pregnant again without the help of IVF or other fertility treatments. And low and behold, the next month I was greeted with two more pink lines. Again, it seemed totally unreal. I’d heard of this happening to people before, but never in a million years did I think we’d be those people. 

After a handful of ultrasounds and several weeks of feeling like I’d been hit by a train, I finally accepted that this was really happening. We were having a baby! And without spending the time, money, tears and stress that we had with our three previous rounds of IVF. We were (and are) so incredibly thankful for this amazing gift.


Now this is where things got weird for me. I’ve always been open about our infertility journey and, therefore, have been able to connect with so many women (friends, acquaintances, and complete strangers) who were going through the same hardships. I was part of a club. Not a fun club by any means, but one full of women that got me–and I got them. We’d been through so many ups and downs together and really bonded over the shots, the scans, the betas, and the outcomes–whatever they may have been. These women were such a blessing to me.

But here I was, nearing the end of my first trimester, knowing that I’d have to announce to my “club” that I was pregnant…and that it happened fairly easily. I was in a weird place, not knowing where I fit in anymore. A suddenly fertile infertile? Huh? While I knew everyone would be happy for us, I also knew that it would sting a little for those that wanted nothing more than a baby of their own. It broke my heart to think that our happy news could be hurtful for someone else.

I was a nervous wreck as we started to tell friends and family–and eventually the great big world of Facebook. But it didn’t take long at all before my heart was put at ease. So many people reached out to tell me how hopeful our story made them. Hopeful. 

So to those of you who might be struggling to conceive, praying to adopt, or who have suffered the loss of a pregnancy, I pray that this will bring you hope as well. Our family is living proof that miracles do happen.  


Vanessa lives in Lenexa with her husband of 6 years, Chris, and their two sweet kiddos--Arden, 3, and Nash, 9 months. After 4 fun years in Houston, she is now enjoying being back in KC and getting to know her hometown all over again...this time as a mom. She loves old things, country music, cookie dough ice cream, and French bulldogs--especially the crazy one named Hazel that lives in her house. When she's not doing puzzles, pushing swings, or carrying a chubby baby on her hip, you can find her watching Fixer Upper reruns and trying to channel her inner Joanna Gaines. She thinks being a mom is by far the best job she's ever had--and not just because it allows her to drink extra caffeine and avoid pants with any kind of buttons. You can read more over at Vanessa's blog, Sunflower State of Mind


  1. And then I’m teary-eyed all over again!!! I love this story so, so much and love that it gives hope to so many women out there! You are amazing for sharing all the ins and outs and that baby is so lucky to be born into such a fabulous family!

  2. You are amazing. As a card carrying member of the club, I could not be happier for you, friend! This amazing little miracle could not be bestowed upon a more deserving family. You’re a witness to all that anything is possible. Love you SO MUCH!

  3. I just happened to think I needed to check out the KC Mom’s Blog because it’s been awhile and lo and behold one of my favorite bloggers was the article right at the top! I think about you often as we try for our 2nd baby. Your story really keeps my faith from flagging and helps me be hopeful each month! I am SO excited for you guys although I had secretly been hoping you would have a boy only because I wanted you to sell me all of Arden’s stuff 🙂

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