It's National Infertility Awareness Week and I want to write a little about it.
When you look at our family, with our 4 kids, including a set of twin boys, you wouldn't think that we are the image of infertility.
But we are.
It's been 18 months since our last miscarriage and we haven't conceived again.
Despite going to a very good Dr. who said keep trying, keep trying, keep trying.
Despite trying.
And we are okay with that- with our infertility.
There are other ways of growing a family:
Adopting.
Foster Care.
We've been led, through quiet thoughts and small stirrings, to do foster care.
And we're extremely excited.
I washed blue and white onesies yesterday, folding little sleeves and tucking little bottoms.
The bottles got a bath as well and the kids were thrilled.
"Ooh, can I feed the baby?" asked Elizabeth, our 10 yr old.
"Can I change the diapers?" asked Asher, the 6 yr old. "I just want to try it once."
And our season of infertility will be covered with so many laughs, and giggles, spit ups and dirty diapers and bottles,
That we will be hard pressed to remember this barren time,
The time when the babies stopped coming.
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