Making Babies Sometimes Needs A Little Help

We just got back visiting Sofia and our new baby. Cute little girl. I reminded her that was 'our' little girl. To back up, she went to work for my husband when she dropped out of college. Under him she finished college, got her masters, got pregnant. Well, I asked my husband, what about me? But when I tried, believe me I tried, I just never got pregnant. Don't believe me if you don't want to, but I was devasted. I was diagnosed as infertile, congenital cervix problems. News to me. I cried in a way I never cried before.

And in the middle of my despair, Sofia! She's young, she's fertile, she's perfect. We tried harvesting a viable egg, fertilized by my husband, implanted in Sofia's waiting womb. Once, twice, three times. The egg did not implant, rejected as a foreign body. I held my heart, told my husband to do what he does best, put Sofia under him and get me a baby. 'Our' baby.

Our baby is a beautiful girl, she made us the most beautiful baby girl. My husband has the little boy. I'll share our baby girl if he shares their baby boy. As it is I guess we now share Sofia. She's the mother of our little boy and little girl.