My husband believed that too.
I learned the hard way that it begins much earlier.
My name is Katie, and after four failed fertility treatments, two miscarriages, and more negative pregnancy tests than I can count, I finally heard the words I’d almost given up hoping for.
I finally heard the words I’d almost given up hoping for.
« Congratulations, Katie. » Then my doctor smiled. « And there’s another heartbeat. »
Twins.
Two little girls.
My husband, Trevor, cried harder than I did.
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