Three Years Trying for a Baby
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For three years, my husband and I tried for a baby—not one positive test. Everything changed one afternoon when my best friend, a doctor, saw me take my “folic acid.” She snatched the bottle, crushed a pill, and said grimly: “Maggie, this is birth control.” Lab tests confirmed it—I’d been on birth control for three years, pushed by Chadwick before intimacy every time. I was about to confront him with the report when Mia, an old college friend, posted in a group chat: A positive pregnancy test photo. “Hubby, let’s bet—will it be a little Chadwick or a little Mia? My money’s on…