All I’ve ever wanted in life was to be a mother. As a child, when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always “a mom.” I remember sitting in a rocking chair at 3 years old, “nursing” my baby doll to sleep. I always carried baby dolls with me throughout my childhood, and starting at age 11, I would offer to babysit for people within my neighborhood and church congregation FOR FREE.
I’ve never taken the time to write down our infertility journey. I guess in a way I wanted to forget that it ever happened, but I know that by sharing the painful parts of our lives is where we can do the most to help others who may be experiencing something similar.
Right now, my husband and I are in the thick of infertility. We have been trying to conceive since April 2019. It has been a long, bumpy road with so many curveballs along the way. So I guess I will tell my story starting from the beginning.
As a child, I asked to hold all the babies and I was the queen of babysitting. When I was a teenager, I couldn’t wait to be a mom. In fact, if I am totally honest, I wanted to be a mom way more than I ever wanted to be a wife. Is that bad to say?