@Neludelu asked for a story of how I showed up to "meet" all you ladies, so here you go! Beware, it'll probably be long, because I'm a talker, so feel free to not read all of it or skim.
DH and I have been married for nearly 9 years (in May), and we'd always said we were on a "5-year plan" to have kids. We didn't want to have children right away, and frankly, I was terrified at the "exit strategy" of birth, so I was totes cool with putting it off for awhile. A few years after we got married, we moved overseas for an expat assignment, and it was an amazing opportunity to live in Europe and explore with little to no responsibilities (other than work and our cat). When we moved home in 2013, we decided to give TTC a go, and I tossed the foil pack of fun into the trash.
Fast forward a year. Nada. I hadn't been temping or anything, but OPKs were popping up positive at the exact same time every month, and my period could be used to calibrate the world clock. I decided to temp a bit to make sure I was ovulating, and from the 5-6 months I did it, I had clear temp shifts each month that corresponded with the OPKs. So, we decided to see an RE. I think DH was a bit hesitant to admit there might be an issue...I think he was concerned it was him, and covered it up with just saying "we need to try longer/harder." So, went to RE, went through all the tests, everything came back fine. Tried a few more months on our own after the HCG, in case we just needed to "clear the pipes" and nothing happened. So, back to the RE we went, and started with medicated IUIs (Femara). Each IUI (we did 3), I had good, solid follicles (2-3 each time) and everything went off without a hitch. No pregnancy. So...we decided to move on to IVF. At this point, I think DH was finally able to admit that it wasn't just a matter of we weren't trying hard enough, or having sex enough.
IVF went well. I tolerated the meds well, and only gained a few pounds from it all. The shots weren't a bit deal, and I didn't have any sort of mood swings. Everything progressed textbook, and after 9 days of stimming, we did an ER. They retrieved 11 eggs, 8 were mature, and 7 fertilized with ICSI. I was on cloud-9 thinking this was FINALLY it! We had planned on doing a freeze all cycle with PGS, so I had taken shots after our ER to basically shut down my ovaries and help prevent OHSS, plus our clinic had better results with this plan. By Day 5, I was on pins and needles, wondering how many had gone to blast. Got a call from the RE, and was told that none of them had made it to blast, but a few of them were nearly there, so they were going to give them another day. At this point, even though there was "technically" hope that Day 6 would be better, I was pretty sure where this was going. So, when I got the call the next day that, although a few had made it to blast, they were all abnormal and we weren't able to freeze or biopsy anything, I wasn't exactly surprised. Unfortunately, this kicked off a month from hell, in which my cat got sick, my brother died suddenly, and my work also did a massive layoff that I (thankfully) wasn't affected by. Needless to say...that month sucked, and we decided to take a break over the Christmas holiday and look at it again in the new year.
So...that got us to January 2016. I wasn't really keen on doing IVF again. To be honest, I'd never really been tied to the idea of being pregnant in the first place, though obviously once that decision was taken from me, I felt like I NEEDED to be pregnant. I got over it, but every now and then it still hurts. DH is the more logical/pragmatic of us and didn't want to throw away more money on a "chance" that it all might work out. We considered embryo adoption, but kept coming back to me not necessarily wanting to be pregnant.
Disclaimer: I'm adopted. It was a kinship adoption, and I was adopted by my maternal grandparents, but adoption is something that I've ALWAYS wanted for myself. I just (foolishly) always assumed that I'd have a mix of bio kids and adoptive kids, and it'd be one big, happy family.
So...one day in February 2016, DH just looked at me and was like, "I'm ready to be done trying...I want to explore adoption." And just like that, I felt SUCH a sense of relief. Finally, I was excited about this journey, and I knew this was really the right path for us (enter all that emotional mumbo-jumbo, FEELZ stuff here). So, we kicked off the adoption process with a new sense of excitement.
We explored some of the different agencies in the Midwest and finally picked one. The agency was lovely, they really cared about the birth moms and there was such a support system for everyone through that agency. However, they're a smaller agency and they don't see that many placements a year, so the wait times are longer. We decided to still go with them and started the process of the home study. The paperwork was ridiculous, but we got everything finished in a few months. That was April 2016.
Around September 2016, I started getting concerned with the lack of contact with the agency and how we weren't really getting shown very much. The agency is still wonderful, and I'd recommend them to anyone, but I wanted to branch out and add a second agency to increase our chances. DH agreed, and I started speaking with an agency that my colleague/friend recommended (she is good friends with the director of the agency). I felt really good about them (as did DH), so we decided that, with the start of 2017, we'd sign with them as well and work with both agencies.