It all started in 2008, February 2nd to be exact. I found myself dressed in an all white dress, I don't normally wear dresses but hey it fit the occasion. This guy I meet, 3 months prior to this all white dress affair, was standing at what I presumed to be an altar. The guy wasn't alone he has a shorter man standing with him on his right and on his left was an even shorter man, that one happened to be my 4 year old son Walter, who, by the way thought he was invisible by covering his face with his tiny hands. He was so cute.

The rings were exchanged and the "I do's" were said now its time to walk it out and have some fun. I figured since I already had a child from a previous relationship, it would be easy to have another one, and in my braid, the right way "Barbara and Shaun kissing in the tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes marriage, and then comes the baby in the baby carriage". Boy was I wrong and in for a rude awakening. I had a master plan after getting married. I was going to stop working for about a year to focus on being a wife while attempting to become pregnant.

This went on for a year and to my surprise, not pregnant! I needed to find out why my body was not doing what I needed it to do, I became obsessed with finding an answer and took to the internet. I had a funny suspicion that I had PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) the symptoms I read about mimicked the symptoms I was experiencing. I just knew it was infertility. After meeting with my doctor, he confirmed it definitely was PCOS, I cried my eyes out, not because of the diagnosis but because I finally had an answer and a name to what I was going through. Now I have questions, why wasn't God allowing me to make my marriage complete, didn't it say in the Bible, after Adam and Eve ate the forbidden apple"to be fruitful and multiply", isn't that the result when two become one.