I can’t have children. Not “maybe someday.” Not “just keep trying.” Just… no.
After years of infertility, I stopped picturing nurseries. I stopped pausing in the baby aisle. I stopped using the word “when.”
So when my younger sister became pregnant, I threw myself into it. I planned the gender reveal. I bought the crib, the stroller, the little duck …
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