Now that I am on the other side of the TTC journey, I realize how very caught up I was in the whole thing.

Grace and Gabriel. That's what I named my twins. The ones who were so bound and determined to stay that I lost my left Fallopian tube along with them. I didn't have the heart to name my third baby, whom I miscarried just a few weeks after bringing home our first-born daughter through domestic adoption. What right did I have to grieve over a child when I held a perfectly healthy one in my arms? My babies were only the size of a cherry, but in my mind they have chubby thighs an