I’m 33 years old and live with my loving husband in the beautiful countryside of Scandinavia. For the past 3 years we’ve been trying to have a baby, with some difficulty; but even after four pregnancies all we have to show for is loss, grieve and heartache.
We have no reason or explanation. All tests have come back normal. Doctors keep insisting there’s nothing wrong and we’ve just been unlucky. I refuse to believe that, though have little hope the doctors will ever figure out what is wrong with me (or us).