Ever since I was a little girl, I had plans. Big plans. Plans for a big house, big family, a husband who adores me, a career that I love and children that loved me.
I carefully, built my house rock upon rock upon rock, only to realize on day that even though I had a beautiful house, a career that I love, rocks started to slip, the plans started to shift. And a rock fell away... slipping softly into the water surrounding it.
I had a choice. Drown in the upcoming river that surrounded my little rock garden, or learn to swim, learn to live on the rocks that I had left.
This blog is a journey .... my journey on the rocky road of accepting infertility....