With the exception of a brief period in high school when I realized women tear "down there" and that fear overruled rational thought, I've been sure of one thing. I want kids. A big clan of a family like the one I grew up in.
So here we are. My guy and I. Strolling our way down the kids path. Turns out it's a crooked and winding road, and we may have to scale a few mountains before we get there.
There's a lot I'm not sure of, and at times I can't clearly see our destination... but I am bound and determined to enjoy the journey. Otherwise, what's the point?
This is what I imagined in my head when the vet suggested that I feed Beorn
baby food until he could eat on his own: I’d come downstairs and scoop him
into...
12 hours ago
Hi,
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I (well, I guess more him...) have Male factor infertility. I wish all the best for you.
Oh, and we had to cut out Chipotle too. Hard!
I look forward to following you.