Last night as the hubby and I were smooching, I pulled back and looked into his beautiful hazel green eyes and just stared for a little bit. He asked me what I was thinking. There was a time that whenever he’d ask, I’d tell him exactly what was on my mind, good, bad or ugly. But this time I said I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want to tell him that I wondered if I would ever see those eyes in our baby. Lately infertility has made me feel very protective of the hubby’s and my time together. Infertility is always the third wheel. It’s taken so much energy and so much time. And I didn’t want infertility to cloud or steal yet another tender moment, you know?
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