It was around the 16 week mark when I first started to believe that I was actually pregnant.  We had finished my daily injections and although my rear end was frozen in a painful state of shock from the large needles that carried progesterone in oil directly into my...

We were a group - not quite a clique as we had yet to reach echelon that would yield the comfort of approval-seeking glances from our classmates. But we would get there soon. We could feel it. Our group, like an unknown band who was new on the scene, possessed...