Scott and I married in 1994. We were young, too young to be honest. We had our lives all planned out. We had this grand idea that we were going to spend the first four or five years enjoying each other. We were going to backpack around Europe, spend every summer white water rafting, take exotic trips and spend lots of money. Of course, we were going to do this on a teacher's salary and a weather-strippers salary. As I said, we were young.

We also decided we were going to hold off having children for at least four years. We needed to get settled and established. We honestly had so little money, that having children would have been irresponsible, however we just told people we had bigger plans at the moment.

After we married we moved to the great expanse of the west coast, also known as Oregon. We resided in the thriving neighborhood of Salem, with it's five correctional facilities all within the city limits. It was a lovely city. It was there that we grew as a couple; we survived a flood, five moves and one eviction. We stayed two years.

On a whim we decided to move to the Chicago area. I had family here and we knew we were not going to become Oregonians. It wasn't in our blood. A New Yorker and an Argentine didn't stand a chance making it in pot happy Portland, Hippie-land Eugene, or rough and tough Salem. We needed a change. The windy city was calling us and we heeded the call.

After a year in Chicagoland I became ill. I was suffering from a lot of pain in my side and I went to see the doctor. Thinking I had pulled a muscle exercising, I was surprised when he referred me to an ObGyn. I made the appointment the next day with my Dr. Huxtable incarnate, Dr. William Woods.

Four days later I was in the operating room having an ovarian cyst removed. Dr. Huxtable looked at me and smiled. He patted me on the head and with his Southern drawl assured me everything was going to be fine. Ten days later, sitting in his office, he tells me I have stage III endometriosis. If Scott and I were planning on having any children, we needed to start right away.

"You want us to what?" I exclaimed! This was not part of the plan. I was not ready to be a mother. What about the trips to Europe? My wild white water rafting expeditions? I went home to tell Scott the news. It was time for him to be a Dad.