I’ve known for many years that I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), so we headed into marriage knowing that getting pregnant could be a challenge.  Neither of us expected we would get pregnant on our honeymoon but, just over a month after we returned home, I found I was visiting the bathroom several times an hour and my boobs felt like they might explode. “Do you think I need to take a test?” I half-joked to my husband, and couldn’t quite believe it to be reality when the test told us that we were, in fact, pregnant. In that moment we became parents, with hopes and dreams and plans for our future that were no longer a theory, no longer some far-off thing that might happen “one day.”