Beautiful. I love it. Simply beautiful.

I don't cry much. The most recent time I did was when the fourth fertility doctor I've seen told me there was nothing she could do to get me pregnant, and that I had only a five percent chance of conceiving naturally. I didn't cry until I got home, though. I was cool in front of her.

I was already well into the adoption process at the time, and planning to do that regardless. But hearing my chances for a biological child were so low was devastating. For a while. And then, I decided that it could still happen. The doctor did say I had a five percent chance of conceiving naturally, after all.

So, now I'm approved to adopt and waiting to be placed with a child. I'm also holding out hope that miracle biological child will come, too. I'll love them all equally, but having a biological baby has always been a dream of mine. I know in my heart it's a dream that can still be a reality. Five percent isn't zero percent, and that's enough for me.