I’ve been trying to write this post all day long, but due to my little boy, he’s kept me busy and away from the computer. Which is exactly the point of this post: One year ago today, little did I know my world was going to change, for the better. It was exactly 2 weeks after my 3rd (and final) IVF protocol that I peed on a stick, two to be exact, and got a faint second line.
A year ago, I had some psychologist appointments to help me come to terms with my mom’s death and more pressing the fact that I may not become a mom myself. While I didn’t care for the psychologist much herself, she did raise a few good questions and help me start processing things in my head. I am so thankful that my life didn’t end up that way. I’m lucky, I know it.
I am one of the very fortunate ones. Not only did I finally get the long awaited BFP, but I had a very easy pregnancy that went full term (41 weeks and 2 days), the delivery was fast and uncomplicated and Paxlet has been a wonderful child without colic or major screaming fits. I know I have it good and I never forget it.