Quiet, happy days.

Love and those you love are all that really matter.

Sharing the most special of joys with the most special of people.

They’re never here long enough, but their impact is forever.

Build the Nursery. Baby will come.

“Hopefully I never see you again.” Coming from our high-risk OB, this was music to our ears.

Throwing an infertility tantrum…..

Experiencing the joy of auntie-hood for the very first time…

When you’ve faced a potential future without it, parenthood doesn’t seem so scary….

The anticipation, dread, and excitement of the most important ultrasound….

Closing in on 40 isn’t so scary after all….

(In)fertility doesn’t happen in a straight line…

Learning to let go….

The not knowing is the hardest part….

A new emotional landmine to consider……

This is not your Kardashian surrogacy journey….

Third Mother’s Day without a baby. Second with a baby on the way. First with real hope of holding our baby this year.

The inability to escape the fear of “the other shoe” dropping can be unbearable….

Signing on the dotted line never has meant so much…

Trying to create purpose out of our pain.