I miss my babies. I miss them. They were never realized but they existed and they are gone.
My husband told me today he loves me more each day and I am struck by how lucky and how unlucky I am in the same breath.
If our love can't create a child. Then where's the sense in that?
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"I am struck by how lucky and how unlucky I am in the same breath." I feel this way also. Isn't it bizarre?
(((HUGS))) to you. I know how much this hurts.
When the crack whores of the world can have babies (that they don't want) left and right but you and I have to do IVF to create babies, we're in a screwed up reality where love has nothing to do with it anymore.
There is no sense to this.
It's totally fucked up and unfair but with time we'll persevere.
Totally not fair. **HUGS**
I'm so sorry, so sorry.
Your post made me cry. I miss them, too. My thoughts are with you.
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