(in)Fertility: Meant to be a Mama

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I always knew I wanted to be a mama. I babysat for neighbors and my sisters growing up; in college I roomed with my toddler niece. I chose education as my major, helped out with summer camps, and became a high school science teacher. I loved being around children and just always felt “called” to be a mother one day. 

I wasn’t sure how, when, or what it would look like. Adoption was something that started to tug at my heart in my 20’s. But, then again, I always had an intuition that I would carry my own child in my womb. When I met my husband, we knew we wanted some time to just be us before we started a family. So, we took a few years to enjoy the newlywed bliss before trying to conceive.

I never imagined it would be so difficult to conceive a child.

As friends my age continued to announce pregnancies and my three older sisters’ families continued to grow, I began to feel left behind. When would it be my turn? I started to feel like I wasn’t fitting in with my peers anymore. Everyone else seemed to be in mama mode, everyone but me.

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