I call it love.

QOTD: What is the craziest thing you've ever done for love?

That was the check in today on the message board. I know she was looking for silly romantic answers but it really hit me in another way.

The craziest thing I've done for love is not a silly thing.
Some may consider it crazy. I even consider it a little crazy but the only reason I've done it is solely for love.

The craziest thing (as in puting myself out on the line to be hurt) has to be the last 8 months total. That's the time since my first miscarriage. Since then I've had a second miscarriage. I've had countless medical exams and procedures. I've have vials upon vials of blood drawn. I've been embarassed and cried at the drop of a hat. I risk another miscarriage every month we try to make a baby. I risk more heartache. I've gotten hurt over and over, yet I keep exposing myself for more pain and rejection.

Doesn't it sound crazy?

People may say: Why don't you adopt? Or you're old, so maybe you should live childless. Isn't it time to give up?

No. Not yet. We're not done. We're not ready to move on.

I do this because I love my husband. I do this because I love our future child. I do this because I want to share our love in our own little family.

So call it crazy. I call it love.