When the time comes to move on in infertility …

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The last of winter’s chilly breath is rushing through the trees. I already smell the hints of spring flowing in through my window, along with the warm morning sun spilling onto my writing desk as the soft white lace curtains sway gently, and quite romantically, in the breeze.   “Here I am,” I think to… Continue reading When the time comes to move on in infertility …