For eight long years, we did everything short of using a surrogate. Fertility treatments drained our savings, and appointments took over our calendar.
She charted temperatures, monitored cycles, and logged symptoms into apps like she was prepping for med school.
We suffered two miscarriages early on — each one a crushing, silent blow.
Eventually, the doctors stopped giving us hope. They were gentle about it, but there was no way to cushion that kind of news. The word infertility still stung every time we heard it.
So, we began talking about adoption.
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