Two Years and a Bad Day…

Two years ago, I got my third positive pregnancy test. That was April 13, 2011. B and I were cautiously optimistic about it. We had already had one miscarriage under our belt, and we were strong as a couple.

I never thought I would be saying that it’s been 2 whole years since I was pregnant last with no other children besides C.

Sunday sucked. B had to do a catering event. After being apart for 2 months, we are still at the stage where we are getting used to being together again, getting a routine. And then, a month in, we are robbed of our whole day together. I haven’t even been alone with him. It just sucks.

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