Why you might ask, no it is NOT my birthday, nor my wedding anniversary, nor any day I lost someone I loved. It IS the day I found out we were expecting (again).
It was a Thursday last year. I had returned from San Diego late Wednesday night. I slept in Thursday morning before getting up and getting ready for work. I had sent husby off to work with a sleepy kiss, not mentioning what I had anticipated doing as soon as I got up. After seeing the instant 'PREGNANT' on the little window that was splattered with urine (gross, right?!?) I took a photo and texted it to the husband. I am not patient enough to come up with a creative ploy especially when jet lagged.
I did NOT know at the time how this would turn out, especially since my husband and I had already been through lose(s). I was optimistic - I had to be, my husband was cautious, he had to be.
October 6th was the day that I would find out we were expecting and the day that would bring us that much closer to bringing home a baby! Our baby girl to be exact. Our sweet baby C. Our lives have not been the same since that October in 2011!
Mommy and Daddy love you so much more than we could have anticipated. We love you infinity, to the moon and back times a zillion. I am sure you know - we tell you A LOT, sweet thang, A LOT! But forgive us sweet child of ours, we endured alot to be able to call you ours and we would do it again and again and again! You are a miracle and OUR miracle!
