My husband left for a vacation just days before my scheduled C-section with our twins—but when he finally came back, his knees were trembling.

believed that too.

I learned the hard way that it begins much earlier.

My name is Katie, and after four failed fertility treatments, two miscarriages, and more negative pregnancy tests than I can count, I finally heard the words I’d almost given up hoping for.

“Congratulations, Katie.” Then my doctor smiled. “And there’s another heartbeat.”