One year ago today, we found out we were pregnant for the first time. We were about to go out for dinner for our anniversary so I thought I’d better take a HPT before drinking one (or two) glasses of wine. I ended up miscarrying a couple of weeks later, but we found ourselves pregnant again less than two months after that.
One year later, so much has changed, yet so much hasn’t. I’ve been pregnant, given birth, we met our son and said goodbye to him. But I’m still madly in love with my husband and I wouldn’t have made it through the past year without him.
So, happy anniversary, J! Here’s to many more.