My favorite pregnancy related memory actually happened long before Ben was even conceived. My now husband Matt and I had been dating for about six months when I laid my head down on the pillow to sleep next to him one night.

As I closed my eyes, I saw a flash of an image: It was like a photograph, one that I had taken, of Matt wearing a hiking backpack with a wee boy in the back. They were both squinting at me in the sun (looking impatient that I was taking another photo)… and I knew instantly that Matt was my husband and the little boy was our child.



It took two more years for Matt and I to marry, and despite our best
efforts, three long years to conceive Ben. But through all of that time of infertility, through endless acupuncture appointments and doctor’s visits, and through all the sadness and despair that came it, it was this picture, this memory, that I held onto.



It was the one thing that gave me faith that our boy was coming. I had seen him, and he was real.

From Andrea Scher of Superhero Journal.