Here's the thing with infertility; it seems like it's never quite done with me. Charlotte is 3 and exhaustingly perfect. I am so insanely thankful that I get to be her mama. We have tried 4 additional transfers since hers and it just doesn't seem to be in our favor. I hear the science telling me that I'm done, that I likely won't get to hold a newborn in labor & delivery again and know that this tiny person is mine. Right? Like this is just the known part of infertility. The pangs of desire hit me every now and then but I can rationalize them and make the steps to pursue IVF once more (more details on that coming this spring). It's the little things that I forget and then come back to kick me square in the ovaries . It's putting away Charlotte's 3T and 4T clothing and staring woefully at the stack of totes I once optimistically thought would be reopened. It's rocking a baby at work and watching her fall asleep while I'm wondering i
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