Five years ago I wrote about a negative on a pregnancy test. A very expensive pregnancy test. A pregnancy that I thought would be guaranteed until it wasn’t. A pregnancy I had put all my energy and prayers into only to be left with nothing except overwhelming sadness and grief. Five years, two more rounds of IVF, two miscarriages and three more kids later, something keeps taking me back to this day five years ago. Because without this day, I would have never experienced all the other days and I would not have written about them. I would not have met and heard from all the women who have since reached out to me because, they too, understand all too well. It has been a community I never imagined I would be a part of and despite the pain, I am endlessly grateful.