As a child, I adored fairy tales. They were what my mother read to me every night before bed. And fairy tales almost always end with a happily married couple walking off into the sunset together to have lots of children. My fairy tale came true in 2017 when my Sweetheart and I were married on a blissfully perfect day in May. We had moved into our dream home six weeks earlier and hoped to start filling said house with children immediately. One year went by without my becoming pregnant. Then I conceived three times in seven months in the second half of  2018, but all our babies died without our ever hearing their hearts beat. We were devastated beyond words and our search for answers came up blank. No one could tell us why our babies died. We looked into adoption and got the process started before hitting a wall when the country we chose to adopt from began winding down their program. My Sweetheart and I will never had children. We have come to accept this, as painful as it is. While...