*Shelby*

Michael squeezed my hand as we sat in the waiting room of the fertility clinic. It felt a little like deja vu staring at the pictures of women holding their very pregnant bellies or their precious children with gauzy dresses billowing behind them. However, this time I wasn’t filled with a sense of devastation looking at these pictures, but instead a sense of hope.

"Astor," a woman in pale blue scrubs called out, and Michael immediately stood, grabbing my ...