It September I had my first preganancy. I couldn't have been more thrilled. But it quickly turned devasting when we found out it was ectopic. I lost my baby. I lost my tube. I lost a certain innocence about pregnancy- it's not easy or carefree or all joy. And for a few months followingn this I lived in this negative place of loss.  I still visit that negative place sometimes. I want my baby back. I want to start my family with my husband but recently I've seen a different side too. I gained an angel. I gained a stronger relationship with my strong and loving husband. I've gained the realization of how lucky I  to have friends and family to lean on and love me. I got this tattoo to remind me of all of this. The good, the bad, and the love.  My ttc journey is no where near over, but I finally feel strong enough.