For Christmas, my sweet dad painted this picture for me.
(Pardon the terrible quality of the photo.)
He and my mom gave it to me along with this book:
And I cried.
Not because I was sad - but because it was a tender reminder that my babies are up in Heaven waiting. And that even though I feel completely broken inside. And even though my heart breaks a little more each month that I don't see the all-elusive second line. And even though I feel like there's a gigantic, gaping void in my life.
I know that some day, whether it be a month or 7 years from now, it will by my turn.
I will get pregnant.
I will be a mom.
And I will be the happiest woman on earth.