No one tells you what life looks like after infertility. They tell you to stay hopeful. They tell you it’ll all work out. They tell you: “at least you have your babies now.” But they don’t tell you that once you’ve known that kind of heartbreak…you never take a pregnancy test lightly again. We built our family in a way that rewrote me. Adoption changed me. It healed parts of me. It gave me a motherhood I prayed for. And then seven years later… a miracle. The kind you stop believing happens to you. And now here we are again. Wanting a third. Holding a tiny piece of plastic like it carries our entire future. And I don’t know what this chapter is going to look like. I don’t know if it’s another miracle. Or if it’s months of hoping. Or crying in bathrooms so no one sees. I don’t know if it’s watching everyone around us get pregnant again… and wondering quietly, when will it be us? Infertility doesn’t just go away because you had a baby. It doesn’t erase itself because you’re “grateful.” It...