I’m not a bad person, I’m just infertile.

I’m constantly asked when J and I are going to have another baby. And by constant, I mean that it happens more than 5 times a week. Mostly at church or my daughter’s school.

I always lie about why we haven’t had another. I tell everyone “Have you met M?”. “She’s a handful herself”. “We just don’t have time or the money to have another right now”.”I just can’t handle more than one”.

I tell this to friends.

I tell this to strangers.

I’ve told this to J’s family members. …Continue Reading…