I’m sitting in the waiting room of an Army Post, waiting for Ryan to be done with his procedure. He’s having a vasectomy today.
Ten years of infertility and the many heartaches and emotions that go with that… All that is behind me, all that we walked through… and this is never a place I pictured myself.
But here we are.
It’s for all the right reasons, so that I can stay with my family and yet I mourn a little… who am I kidding? This is devastating… and nobody understands why.