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.