I was going through some old posts the other day and found this one.
I remember writing this post. I remember the emptiness, the feelings of utter despair, the very real thought that I would never be a mother.
Infertility sucks. Big time. Why do any of us have to endure feelings like this that continue to haunt us even after we get our miracle babies?
I dream a lot of dreams where Will is taken away from me, either through death or someone coming to my door and asking for him back. I truly think that is why I get so crazy when things aren't going well or I feel as if I can't figure something out.
I am afraid that someone will realize that I am not quite up to the task and take my sweet baby away.
But at least I have more hope this year.
What a diference a year makes.