Monday night I sat next to Ben as he dozed off to sleep, and thought about how grateful I am to have him. We've been through so much and my life is absolutely, completely wrapped around this man.
Two years ago we were told an IUI would be our best chance of getting pregnant.
One year ago I was pregnant with Cece, but things had already started to go downhill - I was bleeding, and Christmas Eve will be the anniversary of when we were first told her heartbeat was not where it should be.
A year later I am pregnant with our son, and I hope a year from now we'll be enjoying our first Christmas as a family of three.
I blinked back tears as all I could think is...I am grateful.
Grateful to be in a less hurtful place than I was at this point last year. Grateful for being pregnant. Grateful for still continuing to advocate for infertility rights, and excited to be gearing up for next year's DC Walk of Hope in June.
I am grateful for Ben, and for having someone who is absolutely a partner in every sense of word.
It sounds silly, but this surgery was eye-opening for more than one of us.