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I have wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. The days of playing house on Jackson Ave always included me being the mom. I am the first one to steal a baby at a picnic. You can usually find me playing with the kids at any function. One of the things that absolutely kills me is that our inability to start a family is my fault. Granted, I didn't ask for bum fallopian tubes and shotty ovaries. 

I remember waiting for the results of his semen analysis, secretly hoping that maybe he had a problem.  When I told him that his swimmers were normal, he scooped me into a hug and told me that he was hoping something was wrong with him too.

So in all this posting and craziness, my husband pointed out that I used "me" or "I" in a ton of my posting instead of "we".   I want to just set the record straight.

Without my husband, I would have totally lost it by now.  He has been my rock.  My best friend.  He has supported me on my good days and loved me on my bad days. (which I have had my share)  I have never felt alone in all of this and love him more today than I did when I married him almost 3 years ago - 8/14/10.