Okay, sappy (and religious) moment here. I was told when I was 15 or 16 that I probably would never have kids. No one knew what I had been told, but a lady I grew up with told me that she believed God told her to tell me that I would be able to have kids. Long story short, God found me the perfect man. I went of the depo shot, was praying about everything and remember thinking while praying that getting pregnant in November would be perfect. 11.5 months later, I got pregnant in November. I also (this is silly) but reeeeeeeeeeally wanted a baby with fuzzy blonde hair. Today, I am looking down at my precious baby boy with his perfect little face and fuzzy blonde hair, and I know one thing beyond the shadow of a doubt. I am loved.
