On this day last year, I had a good feeling about this cycle, my twelfth. I don’t know what it was, but this time, unlike previous months, along with the usual bitterness I felt a little bit of hope. I even allowed myself to think, “Maybe this time we’ll strike gold.”
Perhaps it was moving into a new place, this one unsullied by a year of fruitless attempts to conceive. The new place was larger, more of an open space and had no carpet to speak of. There was even a second bedroom for our hopeful future addition. Not only that, but the rooms were large! We could even fit TWO kids into the spare room!
So, it was with an exhausted, but light heart (moving takes a lot out of you) that I saw two lines on my OPK. I had just felt the usual ovulation pain, too, so I figured, “Why not?” and set to seducing my husband.
That night, we made a baby.
One year ago today, Piper was but a figment of my imagination. Two weeks later she was now ours. So much has changed over the last year, good and the bad. This was definitely good.
Happy Anniversary, Egg.
