I always knew I wanted to be a mom.
I played with dolls. Then I graduated to my baby sister. I changed her diapers. I braided her hair.
I babysat EVERY kid of EVERYONE my parents knew. And I loved them all.
I became a teacher.
I collected cool names I might one day want to give my kids.
I kept up with the latest titles in children’s literature.
I kept my old stretched out Fat Girl clothes, so I could save money when I got pregnant. Continue reading “Living Beyond Infertility (Guest Post by My Sister)”