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.”
The amount of times i did this...
