Like Cinderella she met her prince for a night of malts and fart jokes. When the clock struck 6:00 a.m. she made her way back to her regularly scheduled life.
I have an appointment with a new fertility doctor but I'm afraid to go. What if I find out the miscarriages are my fault? What if I'm killing my babies?
29 vials of blood from my arm, 29 vials of blood. Last week the journey began, let's see if I'll continue the plan.