“Hello third trimester, and goodbye toes,” is the saying. For me, it’s more like “welcome back mood swings” instead. I mean don’t get me wrong, the toes are LONG gone, but “all the feels” doesn’t even begin to cover it. 12 weeks… (5.5 as I’m actually writing this) until we meet our rainbow baby. One who we have “fought and prayed for.” Will it really be as amazing as we hoped it would be? Will the struggle of TTC and the heartache of infertility help us to push past the sleepless nights and periods of baby girl’s crying? Or will we feel like “normal” parents who are sent home from…