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The situation got serious, quickly.
How was I supposed to hold inexplicable joy and inexplicable grief at the same time?
I knew what this meant: He was crowning, and we had to park.
I was strong. I was powerful. I was beautiful. I'd done it!
I started to feel like a watched pot. #StillPregnant became my personal hashtag.
My infertility made me a fighter. It made me believe that anything is possible.