The thing about trying for a baby is that no matter how many promises I make to myself when we begin trying, I slowly become all consumed.
In January, when my husband and I decided that we would like to try for just one more baby, we promised each other that we would do exactly that…just try.
We said that we wouldn’t let it become the center of our world as we have in the past.
We promised that we wouldn’t lose sight of everything that we already have.
And he has stayed true to that promise.
I have not.
It’s a slippery slope, really.
Each month, I try a little harder. I think about it a little more and now it takes up far too much space in my mind and heart.
We are truly happy.
We have a solid marriage based upon love, respect, and friendship.
We have two children who bring us tremendous joy.
And I have to remind myself to be grateful for all that I have. Now.
All because two people fell in love.