waiting

As some of you may know, my husband and I suffer from infertility, both male and female factors. Sometimes, I don’t know what is more painful, when your dreams of biological children start to die inside you or when others give up on you ever conceiving. I turned thirty-four earlier this month and my husband will be thirty-five next month. We’ve been married (and also together) for thirteen years as of July. My ghost babies are growing up so fast. Twelve, nine, who knows? If you’re not infertile, you may not get it, what it’s like to grieve for children who were not only neverRead More →