As we drove past the house where we used to spend so much time, their glee turned to wails of torment. “WHYYYYYY??? WHY, MOMMY?” In between their sobs, my sweet little sons started asking me questions that I didn’t quite know how to answer. Why, oh why are their best little buddies having fun without them? What had they done wrong?
Infertility gave me the gift of perspective, which I am infinitely grateful for. But just because I am finally a mom, that doesn’t mean I am no longer infertile.
