The thing that has kept me going is the will to give my son a sibling. It’s more than that—I’d love to have another child—but sometimes I think my desire to give him a sibling is stronger than my desire for another baby.

I might be the one complaining about the drugs and shots, and generally feeling like complete s*** most of the time—but he’s the one who has to put up with me complaining and feeling like s***. Who's got it easier? 

Marriage hasn’t always been easy—four years often feels like 20!—but it's always been worth it. We've been on fast-forward since the day we met, and it's gone something like this...

Though I have far bigger fears that haunt me, sometimes I wonder: If I ever do get pregnant again, how would I be able to enjoy it after everything I’ve been through with infertility?