A year before we found out I was pregnant I was in a hospital bed signing a consent form for my oncologist to remove an ovary as well as potentially perform a hysterectomy if the 3 pound tumor she had found was cancerous. Going into surgery my biggest fear was that I would wake up and find out that I would never be able to carry my own child. Over a year later all that remains from that surgery is a little scar and a lot of hope. My heart hurts for the women with past and present struggles of conception. Many women do not have the happy ending I did. I've been told by so many people "wait to have kids" "just enjoy your life and your husband, you're still young". Experiencing what I did, I never understood what they meant. Having children, loving, and knowing them is my purpose in this life. I'm lucky... and I never take this little growing life for granted.