“No Mommy! Go away! I don’t want you!”

When we were struggling with infertility, in the midst of treatments and miscarriages and arguments and bank account managing, it was sometimes hard to hear the stories of those in the trenches. I knew logically that parenting was hard, but at times it was discouraging to hear people complain about the thing we were fighting like hell to achieve. I’d be lying if I said I never resented these complaints, because they were problems I wanted to have. And I’d also be lying that the stories didn’t elicit a lot of fear in me. What WERE we fighting like hell for, anyway?