In one way, it seems like it was 10 years ago. In other ways, it feels like it was last month.
Exactly one year ago I found out I was pregnant for the first time. Honestly, it was the happiest day of my life. I sat down on the bathroom floor and cried, pee stick in hand. I gave M a bib that said "I love Daddy" on it for Valentine's Day.
M and I were bubbling over with excitement. We called our families with the good news, and it took all my restraint not to jump on bed with joy.
I really thought I'd get to take that baby home. The idea that I wouldn't was foreign to me. I couldn't imagine the universe giving me infertility PLUS loss. You either had to deal with one or the other. No heart could withstand both.
Pregnancy is so, so, so fragile.
