When I am holding my baby in my arms, it will all make sense.
As I am raising my child, I will know that she or he was the one I was waiting for.
Four years, one miscarriage, one chemical. One IVF, five IUIs, countless shots and pills and ultrasounds. Thousands of miles driven to and from appointments. I believe that when I finally have my baby, I will understand that all of that was needed to have MY child. I don't know who this kid is that is going to be our child, but when she or he is here, it will all make sense why I had to wait so long. If I had gotten pregnant two years ago, that would be a different child. Apparently not the one I am waiting for.
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Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog. I hope you're right... someday it will all make sense. One thing is for sure, people who have dealt with infertility are SO much more grateful for their kids than your average person.
I try to tell myself this. I have heard it from others. It will be easier to believe, then I hope!
It will make sense. Every tear is worth it. Hang in there.
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