Every month in between Christmases, I hoped. Dreamed. Fantasized about how, when and where I would tell my husband we were, finally, pregnant. On New Years Eve, I’d blurt it out, just as the ball dropped! On Valentine’s Day, I’d hide a positive pregnancy test in a box of chocolates! On Father’s Day! At Thanksgiving! But alas, another Christmas has come and gone, and we are not pregnant. Sigh.
In 2017, I want a baby
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