Four words, that’s all it took to throw me off course. It had been 15 days since we left the hospital, 15 days of watching my wife try to hide her tears from the public. 15 days of watching the person I love in the most excruciating pain imaginable. For the three months prior to this I had been watching her glow with excitement, at times stealing glances at her across a room and knowing that we had a special secret.
We knew from friends that we were lucky. Some of our closest couple friends and my wife’s best friend from college had all struggled and some are still struggling to conceive. For us, it was Thank G-d easy — surprisingly so to be honest. We thought from hearing the stories of those around us that we would have months of struggling to conceive. But we were blessed. [Read more…]