We’d been trying for a year for a child. We did everything: planned the visits, had the tests, lost weight, exercised, and even kept a strict schedule. It was 1 pm when I got a text message from her that said,
Fuck the schedule. I need it now.
I was home in five minutes. She was doing the dishes. I came i…
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