Long post alert! So my husband and I started ttc way back in 2010. With no success I sought help. Was diagnosed with bilateral blocked tubes in early 2012. Had a laparoscopy done which apparently cleared my tubes. Tried naturally for couple of months with no success. Did 4 IUIs in 2013. Every time I had good number of follicles and my husband's sperm was apparently 'super'. Sadly it resulted in no baby. Started IVF in late 2013. The fresh cycle was a failure. Frozen cycle resulted in a chemical pregnancy. Beta hcg was 19. This was in April 2014. By then I had had enough. I was broken. Emotionally, physically, financially. I gave up everything and decided to concentrate on my work solely. But the thought of having a baby never left my mind. I would cry buckets in private. In 2018 I had saved enough to try for another ivf. This time I chose a different clinic. Also my fertility specialist suggested to go for short protocol. I was already 38 and my eggs weren't the best either. My procedure started in May. ER took place in June. Retrieved only 7 eggs- 5 mature, 2 immature. My heart sank but my doctor gave hope. She said you require only one good egg. The next 5 days were the toughest when I would wait for the embryologist's call. 3 out of 5 fertilised. By day 3, one embryo had begun disintegrating. So we were left with only 2 blasts- 2AA and 3BB. My doctor said I had a very good chance of conceiving. My clinic does a frozen transfer. Transfer of one blast took place in July. Did a HPT in mid- August. Got an instant BFP. I wept tears of joy. Never seen 2 pink lines before. First beta- 900. Second beta- 3000. Heart beat 167. I gave birth to a healthy baby girl in April'19. As I type this she is sleeping next to me which is surreal. Every time I hold my baby in my arms I thank God and my doctor and I count my blessings. I know it's easier said than done but all those brave ladies who are still trying - never ever give up. If it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone.