Back when I first discovered that my body wasn't playing ball in the conceiving department, I drove to work the following morning and had my first ever panic attack. There I was stuck in traffic, only ten minutes from work, and all of a sudden I felt like I was suffocating. The seat belt was too tight, the windows were open but no air was coming through and I felt like my heart was going to burst out my chest and it all started with a simple thought...what if this is it for me? What if I'm destined to stay in a job, that I chose to tailor around a family of my own one day, a family that might just never exist? I had never considered a life without our own children in it? What if, my life as it is, is all there is...what if this is it?