She was going to be our baby and the little sister to our daughter, filling that little space reserved for so long for a fourth member of our family. She was our last hope after years of hoping, of trying everything.
Three months before, we had reached the end of a long road of trying to get pregnant the fun way. Except after three years it stops being fun and becomes a draining cycle of counting calendar days, discussing mucus, monotonous sex (touching your husband, you get a raised eyebrow and a desperate, ‘Do we have to?’), waiting, feeling the menstrual hormones building up, hoping you are imagining them, seeing the blood, crashing into disappointment. Then counting days again, discussing mucus, monotonous sex, waiting, feeling hormonal, hoping you’re imagining it,…
