Breathe With Me (Playing For Keeps #5)

by Becka Mack

My throat seizes as my eyes fly over the words that feel a lot more like a sentence, a lifetime one for a crime I didn’t commit.

The way that this is exactly how it feels every single time you see those results. This hurts 😭

Hope, in the face of infertility, is by far the most exhausting, isolating, soul-crushing emotion I have ever, ever felt.

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I lie there for one hour, then two, my hands on my belly, willing a baby into existence. Begging my body to cooperate. Promising a tiny soul I’ll take the best care of it, that I won’t ever let it down if it just chooses me. “Please,” I beg, over and over. “Please, choose me. Choose us. We’ll love you better than anyone ever could, I promise. Please. Please. Please.”

😭😭😭