Infertility is a piece of me. A piece of who I am. It doesn't define me, but it is a piece of me. Some days it's a quiet piece and some days it's loud and painful. Some days I don't want to talk about it, but other days I do. And even though the battle to become a mom may be over, the infertility is not. And as the years go on and my life goes on I want to have this reminder that this piece of me existed and probably always will exist and that I would never be the person I am without it. And so the battle continues...