So we ate lunch at our usual place, Old School Bagel Cafe. The tables on each side of us had cute babies. One was tiny and new, one had huge beautiful deep brown eyes the other was small and petite. Two of the moms were discussing potty training and other children. Someday soon I want to have the same conversation. I want to take my baby out. I want happy times with my baby.
I saw an article yesterday about how women suffering from infertility can seem obsessive or single minded. The article when on to explain that its love, the love of a mother fighting for her child. That is so very true.
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