When I got married, my husband and I agreed to wait for one year before trying for a child. It was a mutual decision. We wanted to enjoy our new life together and build a solid foundation first.
By the second year, we started trying. I expected pregnancy to happen quickly, but nothing did. At first, I was calm—thinking maybe it just needed time. But month after month, my period kept showing up. I started panicking.
I remembered something from my past. A doctor once told me, after a surgery I did years ago, that it might be. Read the full version of the story by clicking here.
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