September was our month of rest in between infertility treatments. It is a necessary reprieve which the body, and I believe the mind also, requires to regain some degree of internal balance before once again enduring the onslaught of hope-filled injections.

Before we knew it, October arrived, bringing with it cool crisp days and the brilliant shades of autumn. I felt an odd calmness descend in my spirit as I watched the girls romping and laughing in the newly fallen crunchy leaves of the backyard. I knew with everything in me that this was the month. This would be the month that we would finally get some positive news.