Just about a year ago, I started to play around with Margaritas on Friday and tried my hand at blogging. My first post wasn't an easy one for me to write, but it helped me. In a lot of ways.
SO MUCH has changed in 365 days but one interesting thing that stayed the same is the appearance of bunnies in May in our neighborhood. This one, in particular, likes to terrorize Echo and actually sits on our back patio looking in as if to say, "I know what you did to my friends last year. I'm not too brave but will sit out here - all day long - and stare at you. I'll make you go crazy. Once the door opens, though, SEE YA."
Since my original post last June, 4 of my neighbors got pregnant and delivered beautiful babies. I'm the first to admit that it wasn't easy for me because I was obviously sad about our miscarriage and wanted SO MUCH to be able to start a family with Dennis. It was really hard for me to see some people seemingly get pregnant without thinking twice while we were really struggling. It didn't seem fair.
But now, 3 (or hopefully less!) weeks away from welcoming Connor into this world, I am realizing that every challenge, every up and down, every progesterone shot, every doctor appointment and every time I cried was such important part of this process because it not only helped us conceive Connor but it makes Connor so much more special to us. More special than I could've ever imagined.