It was a holiday weekend. My husband had taken an extra day off so we could enjoy some fun family time. I woke up early in the morning with a piercing headache and I begged God to make it go away so I wouldn’t put a dent in our weekend plans. I hate feeling like... Continue Reading →
Sometimes late in the night, I still feel like a little girl, scared of the dark and wanting her mom or dad to come comfort her. But instead of the dark being a lack of physical light, it’s a horrible feeling covering my heart. I wish people understand the pain that comes from an infertility... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 