Stamp out infertility

There are times when I can actually feel a baby in my arms resting on my chest. At first, it's comforting and warm. I can feel her head cradled in my protective hand and my lips kissing her soft head. And then I take a breath and as my lungs fill with air and my chest rises, I feel the heavy emptiness. Sometimes when we're in bed I imagine him in between us. I see my hand stroking his tiny back. The pain of infertility is so palpable for me. The air is thick and I feel as though someone is seated on my neck.

Seeing this stamp reminded me of that feeling.